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Underestimation of dreams

Ali Zerbeli

    “I want to divorce,” she says in the middle of the breakfast. Half-asleep, I am spreading butter on toast bread. “I can’t forgive you for this” she starts crying, “How can you do this to me?!” I swallow the rest of the tea with a gulp. “I had a terrible dream, but at least now I know the truth, even though it is hard to accept,” she goes on, “I saw that you were cheating on me!” I start laughing. A burst of hysterical laughter, relieving one. “Honey,” I say laughingly, “Stop it, I almost had a heart attack.” Still, tears pouring down her cheeks. This weeping does not seem like a joke. I stop laughing. I wipe her warm cheeks. She leaps out from the chair. “I hate you!,” she screams and sits back again helplessly. “It is just a stupid dream,” I say. “No!” she shouts, “I am the stupid one because I trusted you during these years.”
    Another teardrop and a small ripple on her coffee.
    A week later she comes with her lawyer. The divorce petition is filed. She seems determined. She refuses to have a conversation with me. “Please,” she says, “Enough is enough.” A month later, she rejects the court’s suggestion for reconciliation.
    For a year I secretly hope that one day soon she will have a dream about the restoration of our marriage. I don’t lose my hopes. However, she never sees in her dreams that we are together again. I go to her. I knock on the door, waiting impatiently. She opens the door after a minute of non-stop knocking. “What are you doing here?!” she asks coldly. “Honey,” I say, “Guess what, I dreamed last night.” She seems uninterested. “I saw that we are together again.” She shrugs her shoulders and replies, “So?” I feel uneasy. “So we should...” She starts laughing at me mockingly, “Are you serious? It is just a dream,” she interrupts me, then immediately adds, “You are crazy.”

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