Sometimes, marriage sounds a lot like this:
Steve: "So...do you remember a conversation we had in the middle of the night last night?"
A faint memory tugs, but it doesn't appear. "No" I reply, knowing this is going to be a good one.
Steve: "Well, I was in the other room...I couldn't sleep...and all of a sudden I hear you saying 'No! Stop! That's bad!'"
The memory tugs a little harder, but still nothing.
Steve: "Naturally I went into our room to see what you were yelling about, and when I asked you if you were okay, you responded: 'Yeah. It's just that someone was trying to throw baby octopuses at me'. Then you rolled over and went back to sleep".
As soon as he said "baby octopuses" I started laughing, hard. I do remember having a dream along those lines, and vaguely remember Steve asking me if I was okay, and thinking that my explanation was totally reasonable.
I'm so thankful God has a sense of humor. Can you imagine a world without it?
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