Dream journal

I was in a Popeye-and-Olive-Oyl cartoon, playing the role of a mutual friend of theirs. In this world, it was possible for a woman to produce a key ("the key to my heart", ideally spoken in an Olive Oyl accent) from her navel, which when inserted into the navel of her boyfriend, would psychically tie them together, even at a distance. The effects were small: they would each have a vague notion of the other's whereabouts and emotional state, things like that. And Popeye and Olive Oyl made such a tie.

I learned in the course of the cartoon that there was an upgraded version ("the affinity key" or some name like that) that tied them more closely together and additionally gave each of them physical bonuses in running, combat, etc. Since they both seemed to get into a lot of physical scrapes, I recommended that they take the upgrade. Popeye thought it was a good idea, so I took his key-to-my-heart, went to find Olive Oyl, gave it back to her, and told her the advantages of the upgrade, explaining that "it's on the 'I have to save my bay-bee!' theory" (somewhat apologetically, since I knew they didn't have a baby). So Olive Oyl produced such a key and tested it by sitting on the back of a pickup truck that was rolling down a hill, then jumping off and stopping the truck by physical force. It worked, and she was convinced.

And then I woke up. I'm sure this says something profound about our marriage, but I'm not sure what....