I don’t usually write about dreams, because it’s boring to read about other people’s dreams, but this one seemed particularly…striking.
Jay writes about his emotional moment last night very movingly, so I needn’t repeat it. But, with that right before I fell asleep, I proceeded to dream that we now had need to take a knife and score his skin, and then place cloves in the intersections, as you do with a ham.
For some reason, Jay was unhappy about this.
I tried to explain that it was medically necessary, very important, he just had to suck it up and suffer through it…he was still very unhappy about it.
When I told him about the dream this morning, he found it both incredibly creepy and hilarious. Which, yeah. That’s about the size of it.