Whacko to the Maxo

I had a super unbelievable dream last night. I was the girlfriend of a guy in my life who shall remain unnamed, because the thought of me being his girlfriend makes me blush. We were supposed to go on a trip to Antigua but we were running late catching our flight because we had stopped to chat with a few friends along the way. When we finally left I realized I had forgotten my passport at home so I had my "boyfriend" take all our luggage to the airport. He said he would wait for me at the boarding gate and I rushed home. The sequence of events become fuzzy after that. I remember getting home (which by the way, was a Spanish style villa resembling nothing like my home in real life) and seeing my "boyfriend" with at least two other girls on the couch and in bed. They weren't doing anything close to the dirty deed because they were fully clothed, but it was apparent that he was cheating on me. I confronted him about it and he seemed very matter-of-fact about it. I felt more angry at the girls and I wasn't mad at my "boyfriend" at all. I don't know why that was. But the strange thing is that he was supposed to be at the airport, so I don't know if that part was supposed to be a figment of my imagination while I was really at the house alone or if he had somehow strangely managed to make it home before me and decided to have a rendezvous with his women. Maybe it was a dream within a dream. Inception, anyone?

What happened after that was 007-ish. I went from jealous girlfriend to target of war. There was a sudden explosion and we all ran in different directions. I went outside and the scene was like Doomsday or something out of WWII Britain. Planes were flying overhead, filling the sky, people were running around, and the sky was just lit up with red. I started ducking and dodging the spates of bullets fired by artillery and tried to squeeze myself under a pick up truck. When I looked up there was an officer dressed in Thai military garb standing above me, firing away shots. That was WEIRD.

That's the last thing I remember before waking up. There was a segment where I actually made it to the airport, but too much of that eludes me for me to describe it in a coherent and somewhat entertaining way. I woke up feeling a flurry of emotions, which was unnerving. Jealousy, anger, fear, disbelief. But most of all, probably relief.