So, I keep having dreams where I cheat on G. Inexplicably, my sub-conscience has plotted an overhaul of previously dreamless nights with some pretty odd me-centered renditions of "Unfaithful".
I am insulted by this for two reasons. The first of which is that the dream is really vivid, the kind where you wake up not entirely positive that it didn't happen. Which makes for some uncomfortable morning musings. The other is that these dreams can in NO WAY be mistaken for sex dreams. No, in a move that is so typically Jewish Guilt, I dream strictly about the cheating aftermath. I dream about the anxiety of having to tell G, or worry that he will find out. It feels akin to gaining the weight without eating the cake.
And I know, I know, what I should be worried about is the recurring dream where I cheat on the man I'm supposed to be marrying. Shut up Freud. But I truly don't understand the symbolism of the sexy parts of a dream like that being left out. Other than self flagellation for original sin. Which I didn't think I was into.
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