I guess I woke up crying this morning, and my wife asked if I had a nightmare.  I was like, I guess...I dreamed we got to Seattle, and she told me she didn't want to go see the Death Cab/Postal Service tour, and didn't really like them at all, and was just humoring me because I spent so much on the tickets for her Christmas. So I sold her ticket and went alone. I guess I was sobbing about it in my sleep. 😅