The love interest in my dream last night was named Michael Barrish. I don’t know what she looked like because I only spoke with her on the phone. I liked her voice and felt an instant attraction.
However when she told me her name, I became confused. “No, that’s my name,” I said, “I was asking about yours.”
She thought I was messing with her. Even after we sorted it out, the name issue remained upsetting for both of us. “What if we get married?” she asked. “How are we going to tell who the mail is for?”