This morning I got a little love nudge from my husband telling me he had a super steamy dream about me, which is very flattering. However, I was busy dreaming that we dropped some coins in the floor and Marky was running after them. Better than dreaming neighbors are in our bed or that a garage door app on my phone opens 3 garage doors in the neighborhood to reveal weird stuff going on at their houses.
Isn't it funny how two people sharing the same bed have such completely different dreams?!
