lucyoncolorado

In which I meet a woman who claims to be my husband's first wife...

I'm walking around Berkley and I meet a pretty 40ish Indian woman named Sangeeta. Her hair is pulled back casually and she wears a burgundy and gold shawl. She carries herself elegantly. We get to chatting and she tells me that she knows who I am. She says that she was married to my husband when he was straight out of high school. This really shocks me and I tell her I don't believe her. She just laughs, and says it was a long time ago. She says he cheated on her with another woman and left her to marry this other lady. Wait a minute- that makes me his [I]third[I] wife!

I leave Sangeeta and go to a cafe to call my mother-in-law. I plead with her to tell me honestly whether or not this is true. She weeps and apologizes for lying to me all these years and admits that it is true. Now I wouldn't have minded so much if I'd always known that my husband had two marriages before he met me, but finding out now after I've been married for ten years is shocking! It completely changes everything I thought I knew about my husband's life. The entire timeline of his life that I thought I knew well must've been fabricated just to cover up these former marriages. And worse still- every one of his early friends and all of his family have been lying too and going along with this for years!

I feel like a fool, but the worst part is that I feel broken-hearted. I'm so miserable that I dread calling him up and confronting him. What could he possibly say that would make up for this level of betrayal? I think that I'll just leave my life and disappear without telling anyone anything. I start to think about how difficult it would've been to pull this off. This deceit would've required hundreds of people to flawlessly lie to me for over a decade. All of the photo albums I've casually thumbed through at friends and family houses would have been carefully presented just to cover up his previous marriages. This seems like too large a conspiracy- and it would've been absolutely pointless. Why would they do that?

There is no reason, I think to myself. It doesn't make any sense. I look around in the cafe and realize that there is also no reason for me to be in Berkley. I'm dreaming. It's as simple as that. Relief rushes over me. Though I'm lucid, I'm not excited about it. I'm just relieved that my life is still normal. I put my head on the table and fall, peacefully, into another dream.

In which cousin S gets a job at SUNY and I encourage her...

S sends me an email describing her job offer. I respond with encouragement and questions. The dream is pretty boring so I won't talk about it in detail. The only thing that makes it interesting is that the whole conversation took place via email. I think this is the first time I've emailed in a dream.