Hers.

AMY:  “Hey babe, I had a bad dream last night about you.”

ME:  “What?”

AMY:  “I dreamed some guy came up to me and gave me a big kiss on the mouth.  Then you hit him in the head with this giant frying pan.”

ME:  “So what was the bad part?”

AMY:  “Everyone was worried that he might be dead.  What do you think that dream means?”

ME:  “It means no one else should be kissing you on the mouth.”

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Mine.

I woke up in the middle of the night upset from a dream about Amy recently.

She told me she bought a domain name, “www.lamplight.com.”  For forty thousand bucks.

“What?!”

“But don’t worry, it was with my own money,” she said.

“WHAT?!”

Then we got into an argument about how she’s been stashing forty thousand dollars in a secret savings account while I’ve been saving money for all of us.  I’ve read that many financial counselors (and mothers) recommend that women keep their own private accounts, just in case things don’t work out like you’d expect, which is probably good advice.  In my dream, I was just very upset at the whole keeping secrets from me thing.  At least a $40,000 secret.

Well that and the fact that she paid that much for a domain name called lamplight without asking me about it first.

“It’s not even lamp.com,” I retorted in the dream.

[I started the drawing above yesterday, finished today.  The shadows aren't as dark as I wanted, but the sketch paper wasn't holding up well with the ink washes so I stopped.]