I was in that state of sleep yesterday morning where I could sort of feel myself on the verge of waking up but also in a state that I could have easily fallen back into a deep sleep if I really tried. But right at that moment my husband decided to roll over, put his arm around me, and udder a few words.
With joy in his voice that I don't normally hear at 6:00 am, I heard him say, "I just had the best dream ever."
To myself I thought, "Well, that's just great. I'm trying to go back to sleep and you want to tell me about your dream."
I just knew it was going to be about me. Some raunchy, not appropriate for Traveling Light type dream. One that was bound to prompt him to tell me that he just dreams about me because he loves me. Or maybe it was going to be a sweet, romantic one. One where we were walking on a beach together or taking our first cruise together. Maybe it was all about some kid-free moments - a nice dinner in Italy - just the two of us. But really, I thought it would be the raunchy one.
With hesitation and with my voice sounding irritated I'm sure, I muttered, "Ok, what was it?"
Like a child on Christmas morning his said, "I was in Super Mario World!"
That's right, folks. My husband's best dream ever was about Super Mario World.
Now if I could just dream about freeing the Oompa Loompas from Willy Wonka or visiting the Island of Misfit Toys, I guess we'd be even.
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