Jason*

"Good morning, dear wife," I said hoping that she had forgotten all about the other night.

"Why did you attack me in my dreams?" She held a serious face.

"Attack you? I wouldn't do that to you."

"Funny enough, it was you, it was really you." She flared up.

"If that's true, dreams don't matter in real life, my mom said that once."

And I thought, my own dreams came to pass. Here was a woman named Jasmine who was finally married to me but I would never do her hurt.

"I believe in dreams if ...