It’s probably never the best idea to binge watch TV right before bed. Never mind the fact that I do this most nights. Not that I’m sitting there on my couch only watching TV. I’m actually editing pictures, responding to emails, writing, and catching up at work at the same time. I’m pretty good at multitasking and I have a pretty good attention span–At least when it comes to the TV watching part.
Sometimes I’ll fall asleep on my couch with my laptop on my lap and Netflix going in the background–Continuing on multiple episodes past what I was watching so I never know where I really left off the next day. And sometimes I’m diligent and just watch what I have saved on my DVR and limit myself to background music after that. Two nights ago wasn’t one of those nights.
I was caught up in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. So much so that I texted a friend about it before bed.
“Did you watch last Thursday’s episode?”
So many flashbacks! So much funny. (Oh, and I feel like I should stop here to add that I haven’t actually been watching this show for 11 years straight. I’m not that dedicated. No, I picked it up during maternity leave with my son about 3 years ago (thanks Netflix!)).
Anyway, I guess all of the TV drama transferred to my dreams because I had one of the most vivid dreams I can remember in a long time.
I was in an elevator with my husband with another woman. She was blond,beautiful, and was telling me she had an affair with my husband. I was like “Girl, stop playin’!” I looked to my husband for confirmation and he admitted it was true.
My life was over. Completely blindsided I stood there so angry (I remember contemplating murder), so hurt, so SO SAD. So many thoughts went through my mind. ‘How am I going to do this single-mom thing?’ ‘How could he do this after 11 years of marriage? We were SO happy. I was SO in love.’ ‘How would I break this news on my blog?’(–I’m quite surprised my blog made it into my dream and that this was one of my top of my concerns.)
I hadn’t felt so sad in my entire life.
Big T climbed into bed and woke me up and I was SO relieved.
Yes, child! Thank you for kicking me in the face because HALLELUJAH IT WAS JUST A DREAM!
My husband had already left for work but I texted him about my dream and told him how sad I was. He told me I knew that would never happen, and I said I knew that but ya know… What ifs and whatnots and that I was relieved I wouldn’t have to pull an OJ.
When he got home from work I gave him a hug and told him I missed him and he LAUGHED
knowing assuming I was still coming down from my bad dream.
But it’s true, I have been a little nicer, and I may or may not be tracking his texts.
… Sorry, were you expecting this post to have a deep life lesson or actual point?
Ok here’s one: No more Grey’s Anatomy before bed.
Have you ever had a dream about your husband cheating on you? Any life lessons to share?
*WTF= What the freak.