I'm used to minds leaving their muddy fingerprints all over mine....

So last night, I dreamt that I was married to Vin Diesel, Mexican Gangster. He was accused of killing an Olympic hopeful white girl swimmer, and had to flee to a generic Central American jungle. There were a lot of tears, as my gangster was clearly an emotional, tattooed wonder, but we made it through. I only got to go part-way though because the FBI were watching me, so I basically had to let him go (which was the hardest thing EVER) and go live with his parents...who then took me swimming, and there was a dog, and the dog pooped in a pool.

The end.

PS: Dream cheating isn't a thing, right??