I was house hunting with my realtor when she took me to the most amazing house I've ever seen. It actually looked a lot like this, only much larger:
Everything in the house was light green and blue, my two favorite colors, and the master closet was a room of its own. Immediately knowing that I needed to live in this house, I made an offer, paid my earnest money, shook my realtor's home and walked away. As I was driving home it suddenly occurred to me that I was married. And Matt hadn't seen the house. In fact, Matt didn't know I was looking for houses, because we weren't even remotely talking about house hunting. This was a significantly more serious problem given the fact that the house was so awesome that I'd given them $1000 of earnest money. Gulp.
Panicked, I called my realtor and asked to retract the offer, but she had already passed it along which meant that there was a good chance I was out my $1000. I didn't want to go home and tell Matt, so I decided to drive to Ottumwa and visit the first house I lived in. The house was in a state of disrepair so I thought I would calm my nerves by peeling paint off of the side of the house. Suddenly a kid rode his skateboard up to me and started screaming at me, telling me he loved this paint and how dare I destroy it. I tried to explain to him that I used to live in this house, therefore I was legally obligated to peel paint off of the siding, but he just kept screaming and told me I was ruining his dreams and he would have me arrested. Not wanting to add legal trouble to the marital trouble I was surely about to face, I got in my car and drove off into the sunset.
*I then woke up (in real life), got ready for work, all the while wondering why Matt didn't seem mad at me. On my way to work, I realized I still hadn't told him what I'd done and spent the rest of the morning panicking about how I was going to tell him. About 10 a.m. I realized that it had been a dream, and breathed a HUGE sigh of relief that I didn't have to deal with that when I got home!