Random Musings of a Caffeinated Insomniac

Theraputic Dreaming

I had the most wonderful dream last night- one of those that you wake up feeling rested and refreshed, and oh-so-glad that you remembered it. No, I didn't dream I was at a spa or on vacation or anything like that. I dreamed I had a fight with my mother-in-law. She and her best friend were for some reason sitting in my living room, and the m-i-l started complaining about my son. I absolutely went off. I don't remember the exact phrasings, but I basically told her that she was no longer welcome to ever set foot in my house, talk to or see my son, and if she didn't get out that minute I was calling the police to have her removed. She argued until I picked up the phone and began looking for the number for the police station (it didn't seem like enough of an emergency to use 911- hey, even in a dream, I know there are bigger emergencies than ridding my house of an m-i-l infestation), and then she started bawling and left. The whole time her best friend just sat there shaking her head. The only thing she did was agree that I was right. After the m-i-l left, we sat there talking about her.
I think that the dream shifted then, because the next thing I remember was Tom and I standing in the kitchen talking. I was telling him about what I had said and that I had kicked his mom out of our house, never to return. His response? "That's fine, I don't care."
Needless to say, I suspect that all aspects of my dream went better than they would in my waking life, but Wow! did it feel good to say exactly what I wanted to that woman. Even better was watching her best friend sitting there agreeing with me, and then Tom siding with me too. A few more dreams like this and I might even be able to start spending time with her on a regular basis. Then again, why?