In the car, today I shared some dreams I remembered. "Last night I dreamed I had a dog. Oh, and I dreamed I went on tour with Metallica. They had some seats for superfans on their tour bus, and in the dream I was a superfan. And the Sober Husband was with me, we had terrible seats, and there was this guy across from us who was vomiting all the time and just awful, and the Sober Husband held the bag for him to vomit in. Then the Sober Husband had that bag of vomit, and I wanted to get rid of it. Oh, and there was a bean cake, and I didn't eat any because I didn't think it would be good, but it was gone right away and everyone was saying how great it was, it was some special cake they always had, and I was sorry I didn't have any. Then the guy who was vomiting turned out to be a wanted criminal, and I took him down! But the Sober Husband didn't help! He was just standing there!"
Little Lola chimed in. "THAT'S JUST LIKE WHEN I DREAMED ABOUT THE DOUGHNUT APOCALYPSE. He was just standing there!!"
We both turned and looked at the Sober Husband accusatorily.
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