Last night I dreamed that I went back to Chicago to visit family. My Dad’s family really is in Chicago.. most of them, anyway. I don’t remember what, in my dream, I went back for. My husband didn’t come with me. And I met up with an old boyfriend there.

He was married (which he is now) and had a couple of kids (which he doesn’t have and doesn’t want) and they were staying in my Uncle’s house. The house was huge and had lots of wings that were fully individual living areas. Houses in and of themselves.

I was skinny again like I was the last time I went, not needing any diet pills. It was nice to wear my small dresses that I haven’t worn in a while.

But anyway, my old boyfriend didn’t live in my Uncle’s house, he had another house so the place at my Uncle’s was very bare with not much furniture and no pictures on the walls. He and I really wanted to get some alone time… and yeah the dream bordered on the sexual, but nothing panned out and we were both frustrated. I told him my husband would be fine with it, if only his wife would… but she wouldn’t be, and she didn’t like me hanging around very much. Probably why we didn’t get our alone time.

Anyway, it was nice seeing him again, even if it was just in my dream.