Kris had a nightmare the other night so I am in hot water. In this nightmare I was driving some sort of buggy and ran into something. The dog and Kris shot out the front and into an endless mud hole which they were sliding down when I woke her up.
If you are a male and reading this, you might think I should get some credit for waking her up and stopping the nightmare. However, the female readers will understand that had I not crashed the buggy in her dream in the first place, I would not be in trouble now.
Originally, I didn't understand how seriously this nightmare affected Kris, but two things make this very clear. One, she is claustrophobic and the mud closing in around her made her think she was going to die, and two, her cell phone was ringing during her fall and she didn't answer it. Wow!
In my younger days, I would not have understood the gravity of my situation. Logic, I would reason, would finally take hold and I would be whisked out of the dog house and apologized to for irrational behavior and thanked for waking her up and ending the nightmare. Ha, ha, ha, boy was I dumb!
Older and wiser, I am trying to make up for my poor behavior in her dream, and until I can make amends, conversations will be mostly one sided with short pointed replies. So, I will tread lightly, do the dishes a few times in a row and try to make myself seem useful around here. That's not going to be easy since I've been gone all week and things tend to run smoothly when I am not helping.
I may have to kill an imaginary spider or two. "Oh wow, it was huge, you should have seen it!"
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