Dreams are a mystifying thing indeed. Far greater minds than mine (Freud, Einstein, DiCaprio) have wrestled with the nature of dreams. Are they just a random and meaningless collection of gobbledy crap sifting through our minds? Or are they deeply prized messages requiring immediate decoding? I'm not sure, but here's what Funny Guy does know:

People are wired differently. Some people who live fascinating lives have the dullest of dreams - or don't dream at all. Some people have crazy ass, violent dreams, but in their waking life are mellow, kind hearted angels. Some crazy ass violent people also dream crazy ass violent sh*t. What this means is simple: it's impossible to say there is a one-to-one ratio between our dream life and our conscious life and desires.

This means that just because every night I dream I am stark naked, doing the running man on my grandparents piano while Val Kilmer and Papa Smurf masturbate to me, it DOESN'T MEAN squat. I don't want to talk about it, OK? So please, Miss Funny Guy stop making me see that shrink about this.

But I digress. Your bf doesn't love you more than you love him because he dreams about his love for you. You don't need to defend or beat yourself up about the nature of your dreams. Ultimately the way we treat each other and talk to each other during the 2/3rds of the day we spend awake is far more important and revealing.

But if your dreams do spark emotions and questions in your life, explore them. Use those dreams as a stepping stone to talk about, write about and figure out what makes most sense for the waking you.

Goodnight, Irene.