I dreamt that we were at some holiday resort full of English-speaking people, mostly the British. It was early evening. Maya was with us, but she was an infant still—perhaps eighteen months old at most. The merry atmosphere in some outdoor drinking hole where we stopped for a drink tickled Lauren. She felt she was attractive, enticing. She felt ravishing. She got horny and started casting around for a prospect. Holding Maya in my arms, I was ever less amused by Lauren’s behavior. “Stay here,” I suggested. She was game. “I will take Maya to sleep in our room and you can take another room if you find someone,” I suggested. She accepted my proposal with a nod without even looking at me. The last thing I remember is looking at her from some distance and trying to figure out what to do next. It was clear our marriage was finished, but I still had to figure out exactly how to get out. I woke up with a feeling of foreboding, but I was also happy this was only a dream.