So you know those dreams that come when you've told yourself, Psh, I'm not in love with that guy, definitely not? Those ones where you're happy together because he's just butted you in the arm and you're hanging onto him laughing like a retarded mule and then he almost crawls into a nest of black widows and then you realize what would happen to your precious insides if he died?

Yeah. I didn't either, until last night.