Married to Chad

Two nights ago I dreamt that I was married to Chadwick Boseman. I don’t know if he goes by Chad in real life but in my dream he does. We have this wonderful marriage. He’s sweet, proposed in a really cute way which for the life of me I could not remember. I just remember it being all kinds of adorable. That should have been my first clue, that I couldn’t remember how my husband proposed to me.  Had some blurry images from our wedding day; the only thing that was clear was him dressed as Shinedown’s lead singer in”I’ll follow you”. He’s not an actor in my dream or royalty though he does come from a small Ugandan village called Wakanda. Oh and he is MY superhero.

We fight like couples sometimes do and I walk off in a huff when that happens. He runs after me, lifts me up and spins me around. I laugh so much that I forget what I was mad about.  Either we are newlyweds or I just love being married to him because I keep peppering my conversations with “my husband”, I just like saying it and so proudly too. When I ditch my brother Gus, our shared friends and the plans they are making for a pickup soccer game at the park, it is because as I tell them, “I want to go home and just chill with my husband”. You have seen how he looks like. If you were married to him, would you wanna kick a ball around or would you rather stay home with him instead?

As I say no to the soccer plans, I am looking at my wedding ring. It is gold and has a love-heart in the middle with an inscription that I can’t quite make out. As I admire it, I try to figure out what the inscription says. I am still amazed that I am married to a guy like him and I’m also wondering how big the fallout will be from my asking him to remind me how we got engaged. I am also trying to remember where my engagement ring is. I think he gave me one. It’s at this point that I wake up.

It sucks that it was just a dream. It felt so real. That happy feeling was with me for the rest of the day. I woke up, knew it was just a dream but still that feeling of contentment stuck around or maybe I was just in a sugar-induced coma from all that sweetness.