Happy Anniversary, us!

Last night I had a dream that one of my professors told me I wasn't familiar enough with some theory that he and the other adviser in my program came up with, so they weren't going to let me in after all. (In the middle of this conversation, which was taking place in a parking garage, a possum came and attached itself to his ankle. He kicked it off, toward its nest in the corner, where about a million of its young were squirming. It was defending its territory, see.)

I told this to Chris, and he told me he'd had a dream that I'd broken up with him. It was a really sad dream, he said, and then he went on to tell me some reasons he's glad it was just a dream and that he's married to me. It was a happy conversation. So a couple of bad dreams turned into a really nice way to start our anniversary!