CSI: Cutie Spouse Injumper

Last night I dreamed that I was married to Agent Ryan Wolfe. Not so much that I was married to him, but that my husband was him.



We were strolling around in a supermarket deep in domestic bliss, arms around each other and each with a hand on the supermarket trolley, being one of those 'in love' couples that make you absolutely pukeingly sick, gazing at each other with self satisfied smug expressions and hugging each other.

He was wearing a rather fetching blue crew neck jumper.

Then we met an old aunt of mine* who was having an 'altercation' in the frozen veg section with someone about something, and she said 'oh, not now' to us, then gave us a wee look as if everything was OK, she likes us really but that she didn't want the altercate-ee to know that.

Then we were at the house, and he went to talk to the neighbours who were doing up their hallway and had found some books left by a gap year student.



I was a bit miffed that he was chatting to the neighbours when he could be home with ME, so I wrapped my duvet around me and went jumping about in the nice autumnal leaves in the dry and autumnally sunny park that our house looks on to.

At some point before, during or after this dream, back in 'real-land', my husband comes back to bed after being up in the night, and apparently we have a conversation that goes like this:

Me: "Is it a three rooted one?"
Him: "What?"
Me: "Are there any three rooted ones?"
Him: "I'm not sure - What do you mean?"
Me: "I can't really say it properly - the charrots"
Him: "Eh?"
Me: "Ocht. I can't say charrots properly. Charrots - C.A.R.R.O.T"
Him: "Eh, no." (takes off glasses and puts them on bedside table)
Me: "What are you doing with your glasses?"
Him: "Taking them off"
Me: "Why were they on?"
Him: "Because I had to get up"
Me: "zzz-zzz-zzz"

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*who seemed to know that Ryan Wolfe was my hubby and that it was perfectly normal for a CSI person to be shopping with me.