These feelings tend to leave me with a hole in my chest

So. I've been home for days with the major-yuck sick and the world's most bizarre dreams. I had one this morning about being at a creative writing event (a conference?), which would never happen...but anyway. I found that I was stuck in an unfamiliar town that I kept calling Ft. Collins but it clearly wasn't - it was some European city. An old friend and colleague (a guy) was there and he was miserable because his wife is a shrew and always yelling at him on the phone (this was in the dream, but something I always suspected to be true in real life). Turns out that this person actually goes to these conferences so that he can escape. We sat at the bar and drank heavily and ate cheese pizza sandwiches. Then he started to hit on me and I have always liked him but not that way (true in real life). I listened compassionately, and then kept fending off advances by saying that I love my hubby too much to possibly cheat, even if it's tempting. I never thought that dreams were places where we enforce our morals, and this information makes me question the content of other dreams of late. Guh.