Escapade

I woke to the sounds of birds chirping outside my bedroom window. Glancing to the clock, I saw that it was 8:18 a.m. I closed my eyes again. Ugh, too early for a Sunday, I thought. Throwing the covers back over my head and closing my eyes, I saw it. Instantly it flashed before me, like a faint memory. The two dollar bill…again. I remembered holding it in my hand, clear as day. Again, same dream as the night before. But what did it mean? Yesterday I forgot to check my dream dictionary, but today I grabbed it from my nightstand with the memory still fresh in my mind. I flipped through pages of the trusty book hoping to find some reasonable explanation. Don’t our dreams offer insight to our everyday problems? They had to. The reoccurrence of a two dollar bill, though, was so odd; they were so rare. I wouldn’t have known they even existed except my great aunt used to give them to us as kids. The subconscious mind knew more than our waking mind. At least I was told that once. Maybe my aunt was trying to tell me something, from the spirit world? “Money:” it read; “changes are taking place now or very soon.” Well, that was spot on. Not only was I recovering from a massive debt of attorney bills, but I was alone now. After five years of courtship and another five years of marriage, I really never had been alone. Hudson and I, once inseparable, had drifted apart. He found another woman−a woman who met his material needs more than I could. I didn’t blame myself anymore, realizing he had changed. I knew he was falling out of love with me. I tried to salvage our marriage, but it takes two to make it work. Maybe that’s why I keep dreaming of this two dollar bill. Two to tango! Oh hell. Disgusted, I shut the book and went to the kitchen to make myself some coffee.