What dreams may come

So this is weird. Last night I had a dream. A protection dream. That’s … well, ok it is actually unusual, but it’s less unusual than it used to be. Evolution ftw or something.

Anyway, in the dream, Ms and I were at the mall. She was looking at shoes, I was looking at ties. A man—a creepy, pale, balding man—walked up to me, placed his hand gently on my forearm, and told me he had herpes.

So I freaked out. I swatted at him and started yelling, “Oh my GOD, are you KIDDING ME?! Now I have to go tell my pregnant wife that I’ve been exposed to herpes!”

And then I woke up.

Strange anxiety. Very strange.