So I'm at a touristy type/barber shop with my girlfriend. We are both getting our hair done and my girlfriend says that she heard one of the girls that worked at the barber shop performed oral s*x on my husband. (In real life, my husband cheated on me once before we got married and in waking life I am not worried that he will do it again. I trust him.) Back to the dream. I'm mortified and unbelievably upset. I try to call him but his number isn't in my phone. So I try to punch in his number, I remember seeing the screen on my phone very clearly as I try to punch in his number over and over again, but somehow the wrong buttons are pushed. I cant seem to type in the right numbers. I'm getting very irritated by this and decide to go find him on my own. i end up finding him and start questioning him about said girl. I think I asked him something like "Have you been hooking up with other women?" or something. He's avoiding the question and being catty with me, but he finally admits to it. I start beating him in this alley/parking lot type thing. I'm hitting him over and over again, this unbearable rage comes over me. I beat him for a long time when finally he says "okay, okay..." And I stop. I throw my ring at him. The scene changes and I'm walking up stairs to my mom, she asks if I'm okay and I say I'm fine, even though I'm crying. The scene changes again and we're at the police station. I'm with a very close friend. My husband is drunk and being obnoxious.
For some reason he was responsible for us, and since he's drunk he can't drive us home. (I dont know why we were at the police station). The cops are calling people to come get us. I say I can take care of myself, and I run away with my girl friend. I remember telling the cops that we weren't with my husband and we can take care off ourselves. I was still livid with him about the cheating thing. We're running down another alley that resembles some of the alleys of the town I grew up in. My husband is following us. For some reason my girlfriend and I are both wearing a Captain America costume. My husband catches up and my girlfriend disappears. I'm crying still, but allow my husband to put his arm around me. I feel safe. He keeps trying to pinch my butt but I tell him to stop because I'm crying. I feel overwhelmed with love and anger. We hear the cops as we're walking up more stairs to get out of the alley, and we try to hide behind a bush, but I'm wearing a Captain America costume so the cop sees us. Then I wake up.\
Please help me figure this out! I had this dream only a few days after
we got married. Both my husband and I still wonder what it might mean. He used to have a drinking problem which is why he cheated on me.
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