A number of years ago, when I lived with Maude, I had this dream that she slept with the husband of a friend of mine.
I woke up feeling just terrible about it, because why would she do that?
I told my friend very apologetically. She wasn't the least bit bothered. Because, you know, it was a dream.
Maude, however, was really annoyed with me, because he was someone she wasn't remotely attracted to, and not someone she would ever sleep with. How could I do that to her?
So the other night, I dreamt that I was visiting friends of mine - a married couple - and while the wife was cooking dinner she said, "OK, you can go ahead and do it now."
I was supposed to have sex with her husband.
And it wasn't really something I wanted to do, but it also wasn't going to take a great deal of effort, so I went ahead and did it.
To be polite, really.
Let me assure you that while I might feel someone's boobs to be polite, that's about the extent of my manners.
But anyway, I woke up all what kind of weird dream was that? So I told Nick about it. He wasn't overly delighted. As one might not be.
So I thought I'd make him feel better. "You know, if I were going to cheat on you, he's definitely not one of the men I'd do it with."
He just looked at me.
"Which doesn't mean that I've thought about it. It's not like there's this list of...There's not! It's more, well, he wouldn't be on it."
This reassurance, oddly enough, didn't turn things right around.