
Last night I dreamed that my friend was going off to marry her man. The day they were to leave, the man approached me, declared his love and asked if I would be the one to marry him. Enthusiastically, I said yes. The man said he would leave with my friend as planned, then I would meet up with him at a later time. For some reason I never once took my friend or the reality of the situation into consideration; he loved me, I loved him, so naturally we would be together. I never once thought things would turn out less than perfectly, and like an enthusiastic bride, I went shopping for lingerie.
I finally arrived at our meeting place but my husband-to-be was cold and distant. He didn't look at me as if he were a man in love, he didn't behave like a man who was standing before the woman of his dreams, and soon I discovered there was actually a third woman in the mix and that I was merely part of a complex and cruel insurance scam.