Mary and I have been enjoying a renewed sense of love the past few weeks. We haven't had one our arguments about nothing in at least four weeks. Marriage is built upon sharing, trust, and continuously falling love with one another I believe. Or maybe I'm just lucky that way.
We tend to get up early, like between 5:30 and 6:00 usually. It gives us a few minutes to ourselves in the morning before homework, breakfast, or any number of our child related tasks. I generally wake up and think Oh God, it's her! I'm so glad it's her and not ______ (any of my exes). It's not so bad I gotta tell ya.
This morning we woke up and she said,
"I had a dream about Michael Jackson."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it was weird. I dreamt that he has been slowly exchanging his DNA with his pet Monkey. For years now."
"Huh?" I say.
"Yeah, he's been doing it for years so he can split when the law comes down on him for the sexual molestation" She says. "That’s why he looks so freaky and screams and grabs his crotch all the time, he's part Monkey."
"J'mon?" I ask, as my head tilts to the left like a confused dog.
"We should do that as a cartoon." She says.
"Yeah, why not?" I mumble, wishing we were still asleep.
Who knows, this could be early morning waking from REM nonsense or maybe she is psychic?