Dear Dream Diary,
I dreamt I was married to that fat, pompous elderly grouch with the strange beard again. In the dream I was terribly intimidated by him. I didn't want him to think less of me, so I kept important information from him: Other people were spending our money; I like plaid; his ear hair disgusts me. But he discovered my secrets and exploded. I woke up in a cold sweat. At first, I was relieved to discover I was alone and my bed is too small to hold such a fat husband. Then I remembered: We sleep in separate beds! Oh, save me dream diary! Save me!
P.S. Tomorrow, I think I'll re-tile the kitchen.
Today's Full Strip.