I had a dream last night. I was in a darkened living room, sitting on a couch. I think there was a portrait of someone or some people hanging on the wall. I turn my head to my left and see my husband...William H. Macy (a great actor...remember him in his famous role in the movie Fargo?? -- as the salesman who hires two men to kidnap his own wife so his father-in-law would give him ransom money...and then the kidnapping situation gets out-of-hand.). I look at him and he is smiling and talking to me. He is saying that he brags and shows me off to other people (he is happy I am his wife)and that I can show David off to other people (being that he is such a cute son). I smile back but then am confused. I look at his profile and his full face and wonder Wait...I am married to him?? How did this happen? He is so much older, and he is not cute. He seems more like a father figure than a husband. I start to get really worried. I am getting scared because I have to spend the rest of my life with this man whom I don't even think is attractive physically. I also feel like I am a stranger...that I cannot relate to him. All the while I am having this dream, I think I recall flashes/fleeting images of M. cross my mind. I think I was wondering/realizing M.!!!!!He's my husband!!! All sweet and handsome and loving.