I dreamed that I married a very privileged man.  I was the only one who he could talk to and please.  He sat at the top of the steps one day and though he was rich, he had a small hole in the back of his gray cardigan sweater.  I walked past him as he sat on the stoop and all I could do was to gently pat his back near the tattered hole in his sweater.  He kissed me passionately in my dream as I sat on the kitchen counter once I patted him on his shoulder. 

Suddenly, one of my friends entered the kitchen and interrupted commenting on my appearance.  She had very light blonde hair and false eyelashes that almost extended to half her upper lids.   Though my partner and I was quite comfortable with each other, she warned me to upgrade my looks so that he would not wander.  She said she heard that rich men like beautiful women (trophy women).  He seemed happy with me the way I was and I dismissed the blonde woman’s comments.  I guess this one likes me for my good heart and not necessarily for my good looks. 

Life is Good.