My wife just told me about this dream she had last night. A dream where she and I were in a bar together with all these other people, and this creepy magician type dude in a turban was doing a magic show, tricks, like throwing shooting fire balls. Then he put me under a hypnotic spell, and proclaimed that he would reveal the true love of my life, and at that point in the dream I immediately started running around to all the windows and doors in the room, yelling “Sookie! Sookie! Sookie!” (which is the name of our new little kitten we just adopted, that I really adore, although I’ve changed the name here to remain anonymous). But I was running around shouting the name of the brand new cat we just got, at the top of my lungs, and my wife was kind of surprised that it wasn’t HER. So she told me all about this dream in the car on the ride to work this morning, and I became VERY uncomfortable even though I just laughed it off and deflected like hahaha what a weird dream you had, a guy in a turban throwing fireballs. But it spooked me out because deep down, maybe it was sort of extremely true.
