you know some days my husband gets it and some days he misses it by a mile,and today is one of those days. he got up and i started telling him about my dream. i told him it started with me killing someone and then i was kidnapped by this guy and he interrupted me and said so he probably deserved it and then so did you i hate him today and who cares what my T says i am so in my craft room all day and night .i don't want to even see him.