Good Morning Cape Town.
Good to be back at the keyboard. The weekend was hot. Really hot. Was like walking around in scorched air. So I was dreaming this morning. Dreamed my wife had some old school flame rock up at our flat, with all their shared friends and they had a little party while I stood idly by. The old flame continued to chat her up and I just stood there. I did not say a word and I made no move to put an end to the bullshit that was going on. My chest felt tight. And I wanted to do something, but as all dreams go, you seldom have any control of your actions. It's a bit like watching a movie of yourself, and some other consciousness is portraying the part, yet the emotions are totally yours.
I seem to be having these kind of dreams often. And it's always my wife who ends up cheating on me.
The truth is, I am way more likely to cheat on her than she is to cheat on me. Twisted.
What does that mean?
