It is so tedious to tell one's dreams, and Miss Manners decrees that dreams should be shared only with those who share your bed. Nonetheless, I shall share that I dreamed last night that I went on a date with Hellboy. This could in theory have been quite a spicy dream, but in actuality the date consisted of our getting into an argument in a bar.The husband's dreams, however, were of a higher calibre. He woke me up in the middle of the night with wandering hands, which led to a marked decrease in sleep all around but smiles over the coffee. "That must have been some dream you had last night," I said. He gave a silent nod, clearly choosing not to share any details.
"Mmm hmm," I thought to myself, concluding that I hadn't taken a starring role in that particular dream. "Too bad all Hellboy did was squabble." The Sober Husband has all the luck.
4 comments:
i heart Hellboy.
there's something about an emasculated big muscle brute with sawed off horns that gets me hot.
or maybe that's just me and TMI.
Don't you just love his little samurai bun??
is "samurai bun" code for something else?
Nope. He wears his hair tyed up in a little Japanese bun, like a samurai soldier.
Incidentally one of the best Hellboy stories ever was set in Japan, a adaptation of an old Japanese myth.
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