Timeshare Nightmare

“I had a nightmare for you last night,” declared my husband George first thing one morning before rising from bed. “What?” I rolled towards him. “You had just bought more timeshares,” he said with a smirk on his face. “That would definitely be something to scream about,” I said, because screaming is what I do. George routinely reports that I scream during the night. If he wakes me up to reassure me, I may remember the dream that brought it on. But when he doesn’t awaken me, I have no idea the next morning why it was a rough night. The nightmares I remember often have to do with someone chasing or hurting me while I struggle to get away. But this dream that George had on my behalf—well, it was a first. “You bought three million dollars-worth of timeshare points…”...