Dreaming is not cheating

"Portia, I am going to say something and I want you to listen to me!" Madison commands while putting her hands on my shoulders and looking directly in my eyes which almost feels like Madison is digging into my soul.

"I'm listening," I encourage Madison to continue.

"You did not cheat on Kaitlyn!" my friend insists. "You did not cheat on anybody! We cannot control what happens in our dreams!"

"I must have been thinking about Becca in that way for it to pop up in my dream," I argue.

Madison pinches the top of her nose in frustration. She looks like she is about to scream and bang her fists into the wall.

"None of us is perfect," Madison sighs. "I am kind of curious why you would be attracted to Becca. I thought you hated her."

"I did," I confirmed. "I thought I did."

"What changed?" Madison probed while sitting back down on the bed.

"I found out something about her parents today," I answered.

"About her parents neglecting her?" Madison guessed.

"You knew?" I gasped.

"Becca told me about how her parents neglected her, but she made me promise not to tell anyone," Madison confessed with a grin. "In fact, I could probably make a great deal of money if I blabbed all of the secrets I have locked in my head, but being a friend is worth so much more to me."

"Did you know about her parents getting a divorce?" I asked.

"No, I didn't," Madison replied while covering her mouth in shock with her hand.

"It must have just happened today," I guessed.

"Why did that change things?" Madison wanted to know.

"When I first came to Hartfeld, I met this girl that I thought was the Wicked Witch Of The East," I began. "I am ashamed to admit it now, but sometimes I imagined a house falling on her."

"Cruel, but understandable I guess," Madison reasoned.

"Today, I found out the reason she acted that way," I related. "I used to think Becca was nothing but a big bully, but now I think that she wanted to hurt people so they couldn't hurt her."

"Wow, that's deep!" Madison complimented.

"I had always thought that Becca was attractive, but it didn't matter because I thought she was nothing more than a big meanie," I explained. "Now, that I know that isn't true, I want to be her friend. I am so confused that I don't know what to do."

"I think I know way that I can help you sort things out," Madison offered.

"I don't know why we are having this conversation since Becca used to date Chris," I spoke out.

"She has dated a girl before so you might have a small chance with her if that is what you want," Madison debated. "Are you ready?"

"I guess," I whispered.

"Lean back against the wall and take several deep breaths until your mind is a complete blank," Madison advised.

This is going to take a while since I am so riled up. I am taking deep breaths, but thoughts about Becca and Kaitlyn are fighting a war in my mind. I can feel the tightness throughout my body. Eventually, the war slows down and starts to die out. I am now relaxed despite all odds.

"I want you to picture that you are walking in the park hand in hand with your sweetheart," Madison started her story. "You can't see her face because she is wearing a hooded jacket. A vendor is selling roses so you buy her one. You see a violinist so you pay her to serenade your sweetie. Her hand feels so warm inside yours. Suddenly, you are overcome by romance. You want to kiss your girlfriend so you pull down her hood. Who do you see?