Sharon and I were on the couch watching a TV show. An unknown female guest was seated on the couch with us. I was not a fan of the show, and I told Sharon, perhaps a little indelicately, as evidenced by her reaction.
Me: "I wish you wouldn't talk about this show so much."
Sharon: <silence> <gets up from couch in protest>
I spent the rest of the dream trying to patch things up with her, but she kept avoiding me. The guest, a brunette of medium build with unremarkable features, seemed amenable to helping me get things back to normal with Sharon, but her efforts were ineffective.
I was in the kitchen, attempting to make a meal for myself: mashed potatoes, salad, beef with gravy and chocolate cake. I cut two slices of cake, thinking Sharon might be appeased by the offering. Chocolate cake was her favorite, after all.
In true dream fashion, none of my meal prep ever resulted in me actually having a meal. Ingredients would disappear as soon as I placed them on the counter, leaving me puzzled and having to repeat the process over and over. Once, after having finally assembled the entire dinner, I turned away for a microsecond, only to find that my meal had gone missing.
As I was failing to make dinner, Sharon walked in with an armful of kittens. She handed me one, and it clung to my sweater and began making a pitiful mew. I couldn't help myself, and I instantly decided that I would become its forever protector, cradling it in my arms as I went to fetch my disappeared meal.
"Alright, everyone," I said to a crowd of musicians who had surreptitiously been congregating in my dining room/kitchen/living room area. "Where is my dinner? Which one of you assholes took it?"
I had to tiptoe around various mic stands and guitar pedal boards just to get across the room. The whole lot of them were attempting to harmonize to an off-key version of "I'd Love You To Want Me" by Lobo. I was not impressed.
The feeling of dissatisfaction did not leave me upon awakening. I feel I'm living in an auto-tuned crap karaoke version of my life, and I have little to show for it other than some desperately appreciative kitties who somehow got stuck with me.
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