Kind of looking for interpretation, if anyone is interested in taking a stab at it.

I had a really odd dream last night. I forgot to write it down in my dream journal (I really need to move it to my new side of the bed – we switched sides a while ago) and meant to put it here when I got up but forgot to do that as well. I don’t remember many of the details… I just remember this:

Master was married to my mother (but in the dream she wasn’t my mother and I was only vaguely aware that she was my mother in real life) instead of me and I was His slave. His wife knew that I was His slave and encouraged it. We all went out to dinner to this buffet place that I’ve never seen before (at least that I remember) and there were kids there but I don’t remember who they belonged to.

This is where the dream starts to get fuzzy. I don’t remember conversations, only that it was obvious who He cared about more. His wife left much earlier than we did and we went to this little tiny house that was His but He didn’t share it with His wife (I don’t think). I remember thinking to myself as He had His arm around my waist and led me to the door “He will always fuck me before He fucks His wife. The only time He’ll fuck her is when I’m unavailable. It must suck to be her.” And that’s the last thing I remember.

I don’t even have the beginning of an interpretation. It’s been kind of fucking with me today.