Last night, or actually yesterday during the day to be accurate, I had a dream about you. You asked me to come over to your place because you had to tell me something. I came over and we chatted for a while about nothing in particular. I noticed a high chair in the kitchen and toys scattered around the house, but assumed they belonged to a friend or relative's kid. Then you suddenly told me you had a child, the result of an affair with a Congressman for whom you were previously an intern.
I was shocked beyond belief -- more because of the fact you were a mother and had somehow hidden this from me for so long, rather than the fact you were carrying on an illicit relationship with a member of the United States Congress. When pressed for details, you refused to divulge who he was, because you knew I would expose him through my job as a journalist.
(The weird thing is, in real life you have no interest in politics and have never worked for any politicians. No idea where this came from.)
I never saw your child in the dream. I was disappointed in you but fairly quick to forgive, since you insisted you weren't in love with the guy. I'm not sure why this mattered.
Later in the dream, as is often the case in my dreams, I was back in college, cramming for a math test. You suddenly showed up to offer me encouragement, then kissed me and said "I love you". I just returned a blank stare and after a long pause said, "Umm... okay!"
I flunked the test.
It was only a dream.
