One In Thirty-Thousand

So this is going to be a first for me. Last night, or this morning rather, my husband was dreaming. All I remember him saying was, "That's like one in thirty-thousand!" He sounded so goofy. But, I guess not as goofy as I sounded when I was laughing hysterically like the Wicked Witch of the East while I was asleep. But anyway, yeah, one in thirty-thousand. What was he thinking? He never remembers his dreams and he hardly ever speaks out loud while he's dreaming.

That's not what I'm really writing about though am I? I'm actually writing NOT about my husband's first, but MY first. You see, so after my husband pulled the "that's like one in thirty-thousand" on me, I took that idea and brought it with me into MY dreams. Friggin' bizarre.

It probably happened because I kept asking him what the hell he meant by it. Seriously, what does that mean? Maybe if I write it as a number . . . 1 in 30,000 . . . nope . . . still doesn't make sense. I have never seen that combination of numbers. Yes, and he also tried to get it on with me, but I went back to sleep annoyed by his "one in thirty-thousand" and also by his trying to get it on.

So I take that idea of one in thirty-thousand with me to dreamland and I'm super annoyed with my husband in my dream. We are cleaning our backyard area and we are doing work on the roof. I ask him what one in thirty-thousand means and he won't answer me. We see our neighbors packing up to move out while we are on the roof and the couple starts doing it right in front of us. I'm thinking that there is something very wrong here because they can see us and know we're there. I'm shaking my head and I turn to look at my husband for support and he's staring at the woman like he wants a piece of the action. I look back at the couple and then I look back at him. I wanted to hurt him. So not only did I take with me the "one in thirty-thousand," I also took with me his behavior and my attitude towards it before I fell asleep.

Anyway, that's the dream. I know I haven't been telling you my dreams in a long, long time. I have too many is the truth and I can't write every single one of them down. Sigh. Some of them are just not right in a lot of ways. I wish I couldn't remember my dreams. I have no purpose for them.