Heroes

The other night, my wife and I watched "Heroes" on Tivo. I'm sure it was frustrating for Mrs. U, because I had to rewind two or three segments at the end after I had fallen asleep on the couch. Eventually, we made it through the show and I deleted it, thinking I had seen it all. I don't really remember much after that, because, as soon as the show was over, I immediately drifted back into a deep slumber on the couch.

About an hour later, Mrs. Undaground tapped me on the shoulder to wake me up. Apparently, at that moment, I sat straight up on the couch, looked at my wife and began an animated conversation.

"Honey, yours and mine should be interchangeable," I said while talking with my hands for emphasis.

"Yours and mine what?" my wife said.

"Our POWERS," I replied as if the answer was obvious.

When Mrs. Undaground began to laugh I realized that I was no longer asleep and I was, indeed, having a conversation with my wife. In the next few seconds as she continued to be amused, I snapped back to consciousness and tried to replay the conversation I was having and figure out exactly what I was talking about. I can only assume I was dreaming that my wife and I were "Heroes" and we both had some sort of superpowers.

Once I completely woke up, we both enjoyed a hearty belly-laugh. It feels good to laugh, and it feels better to know that my wife knows that when I dream, I dream of a world where she and I walk hand in hand, fighting evil together.

I believe that this little incident proved that point to her and put to rest any fears that, when I close my eyes, I dream of Shakira. (My dreams don't lie, and neither do my hips.)