"I had a weird earthquake dream last night."
"Yeah. In the dream, we lived in L.A., but in a really fancy area, like the Hollywood
Hills, and there was suddenly a big earthquake--except for, in the dream, we weren't really us--."
"Huh? We weren't 'us'?"
"No, we were a different family of different people."
"Did we have the same names?"
"No, I don't think so. Actually, I don't even know if we were the same sex."
"What? That makes no sense. How can you say it was 'us' in the dream if we're completely different people?! That's like me saying I had a dream of Cassidi and Dylan last night, but Cassidi was really me, and you were actually Dylan--."
"No, no, it makes perfect sense, because even though the people in the dream weren't us, they had our consciousnesses, so they really were us."
"Oh, okay honey. Well if I ever call out someone else's name in bed, it's actually your consciousness I'm thinking about. So it's all good."
"You know, I don't think I really want to tell you about my dream anymore."
Oh well. I'll try to supply a better communication example when I actually have one (twelve years and still waiting...). But until then, people, communicate with your spouses.