I had a terrifying dream about a stalker who broke into our home while we were sleeping. In the dream, I'd wake to find a hammer left near me, to let me know that the stalker had been there and could have killed me. In my dream, I was freaking out but the Sober Husband was calm. "How do you know he wants to hurt us?" my dream-husband asked.
In real life I told the dream to Lola (who was at the time wanting to hear my dreams, as she'd been writing an article about dreams and could never remember any of her own). Lola opined that the Sober Husband would in real life react the same way he did in the dream. So I told him about my dream.
"I think that person was being nice, leaving us hammers," he said. "Like a gift. Hammers are useful."
"How many hammers can you use? And it was scary," I said defensively.
"I could use a lot of hammers. Some might be special, too."
"You don't think it's creepy? Hammers are weapons!"
"I like hammers."
