So last night I had a terrible time.
I was dreaming that I was at my wedding party. Or possibly anniversary party. Either way, I was at a brand new house with my entire family, and that of my boyfriend, and we were celebrating our relationship together. Then this strange girl shows up. She was apparently one of the girls from my boyfriend's dance school. She wants to dance with him, a tango. I'm apprehensive, because she seems weird, as if she's drunk. Or high. Or both. She is in high heels and can't seem to stay balanced. I stand back and everyone claps, and watches as she begins the dance.
They're doing a lovely job, and then she falls on her backside. He can't seem to get her up, as if she has no strength in her legs. I notice that her heels seem to be in the way so I come over, and pull them off so he can lift her up. As he does so, she licks his neck. I'm shocked. She tries to continue the dance, but she's unable to even stand at this point. He sits. My family is shocked. She walks about five feet away.
I come over to him and say, "Wow, that was really strange. Why did she lick your neck?" He claims not to know. But he doesn't seem upset, which would be unlike him. I ask him to ask her to leave. He refuses. I'm confused. I walk over to her and ask her to leave. She refuses. She sits on the floor, cross legged, and stubbornly refuses like a three year old having a tantrum. I go back to him and ask him what is going on. Then I realize that they must be having some kind of affair. I'm furious. My family is furious. His family is furious. He just sits there smiling.
So I wake up, and I go to the bathroom, and I come back to bed, and I'm about to wake him up and tell him about my shitty dream, but he looks so sweet sleeping there. So I lay back down, and cuddle up. But I'm mad. My mind is having conversations with itself, continuing the anger of the dream. I analyze myself for a moment, questioning whether or not I really thought it was possible. I'm not normally a jealous person, and there hasn't been anything at all to prompt this kind of feeling. I realized that I didn't believe it rationally, not at all. I still felt uneasy about the dream, thinking about female intuition as I fell back asleep.
In the next dream I was a cattle farmer in Portugal, maybe 200 years ago. I'm with two other men, and we're herding nearly a million cattle into a new grassland that we've recently purchased. Apparently we're going to let the cattle graze for a few weeks before slaughter. They are good looking, healthy, brown, happy cattle. Free range, and organic. I'm proud of them. I accidentally did not close one particular gate, and a huge amount of cattle get into my neighbor's land before I notice. The other men are yelling for me to close it. I have a hard time hearing them over the mooooos. Once I realize what's going on, I can not close it, there are too many cattle in the way. I despair at having to tell my neighbor that I've ruined his land.