Loved to DEATH

    What do you think it means when thru a bizarre occurrence of events I ended up hanging from the edge of a 40 foot yacht in the blackness of night, too wet & tired to pull myself up. I finally get my wife’s attention as to my predicament and she casually strolls over. She then proceeds to hang something over the side & says to grab hold. Eager to be back on the deck I grab on with both hands, realizing in an instant she has handed me the anchor. “Odd choice” went thru my mind when she suddenly pressed the release button sending me & the anchor plummeting into the dark abyss. As if this is not disturbing enough the next thing I remember is being under my car loosening the oil plug for a quick oil change. As I reach for my filter wrench I can’t help but notice the area seemingly becoming cramped…. and fast! The last thing I remember seeing before the weight of the car crushing me sends me into blackness is seeing my wife letting go of the jack lever, an evil smirk adorning her face.


    Ok obviously these things did not actually happen or I would not be here to write you all about them. What I am sharing with you are the few bits of the dream I had last night. A dream which ended with me lying on the bed in a cold sweat, a pounding heartbeat and an odd feeling that the shadow next to me was no longer the nightstand, but that of my wife sitting in wait. This dream was one of never ending scenarios all having two things in common; me being dead at the end, and my wife being the facilitator of that end. What this all means I dare not venture a guess. But I do know that I will be sleeping with one eye open, and questioning any friendly gestures coming from “The Mrs” anytime in the near future. The most disturbing image that was still stuck in my mind as I lay there waiting for my heart to drop below 200 beats per minute was that of her reaching for the chocolate & marshmallows as I burned to death. This flaming end was a result of her offering to help rub the knot out of my back. But somewhere during “said massage” she suggested a little bondage and naughty playtime (Silly me should have known better as this has never happened in the 12 years we have been together). Regardless one thing led to another, leaving me cuffed to the bed and soaked in some flammable substance she had disguised as love lotion. She leaned over whispered into my ear that she is finally getting her “happy ending” as she struck the match.

    Now I ask you, the reader of this blog, to offer your take on what this dream was really about. Multiple comments are welcome!