Betrayal

I am married to a British aristocrat. I was not part of his social circle and find the people I have to socialize with a little off putting. All the other women are having affairs. I meet a man who tries to seduce me, but I can’t cheat. I love my husband. I am swimming in a gorgeous pool, all marble and fancy statuary. My husband is waiting for me at the edge of the pool. I prop myself up on the edge of the pool and know I’ve made the right decision because of the way he looks at me. Then I find out that he’s had an affair. I flash back to meeting him. We are both dressed for Halloween and traveling on a train. On chance we have both dressed as Robin Hood characters. We stand facing each other, his large hunting dog between us, grinning. We find a private spot on the packed train, and talk the entire night. I am emotionally devastated. I go to some concert by myself and run into an old boyfriend in the parking lot. We talk until the place is almost empty then he tries to rape me. When my husband gets there, he seems unfazed, perhaps he thinks this is my way of covering up my own affair? I am filled with sorrow.

Notes:
So many of my dreams lately have been about love and betrayal.