Ever have one of those dreams that is such a punch in the gut it wakes you up? I dreamt that Steve cheated on me, and finally admitted it when I asked him directly. In turn I made his life a living hell. Who knew I had it in me?

I took it to mean I was feeling abandoned. He left for Amsterdam on Tuesday and won't be back until next Thursday. Of course, I brought up my dream in our IM conversation this morning, and it resulted in him teasing me:

Him: oh yeah i forgot to tell you about my girlfriend here
Me: uh huh
Me: Olga?
Me: Helga?
Me: Heidi?
Him: chantal, and she's not a blow up
Me: chantal?
Him: Common dutch first name
Me: it's her dutch cooking that won you over
Me: she makes it almost edible