Have you ever dreamed you had sex with someone
   you aren't remotely interested in,
like a guy you work with or one of your husband's friends,
   and then the next time you see him,
at the Xerox machine or a party,
   you're horribly embarrassed
and the poor guy has no idea what's going on
   and neither do you,
because you hardly ever see your husband's friend,
   since his wife can't stand you
because you are childless, thus selfish,
   and your conversation is filled
with utter drivel, like the sex lives of movie stars
   and all your various fears and phobias,
which since she's a psychologist she should find
   at least remotely interesting,
but guess what, she doesn't,
   and she doesn't even know what you and her husband
are doing at night, and the guy at work,
   who could have guessed that he would do
those kind of things and with such abandon,
   it makes you wonder about his mousy wife
and what's going on there, if anything,
   Freud said all dreams are wish fulfillments,
but sometimes it's hard to figure out the exact meaning
   of your desire, though in the case
of your husband's friend,
   maybe you identify with his wife
because in some ways you hate yourself
   as much as she seems to,
though for completely different reasons,
   and the guy at work,
who knows, it was probably the enchiladas picante
   you had for dinner or the four beers,
and maybe you are drinking too much these days,
   though it rarely seems like enough,