There once was a man from Peru, who...had a wife.

  I'm sure you've all heard of that poor man who was plagued with the curse of dreams coming true, most of them ending in clothing consumption. However, I doubt that many of you have heard the full story. The one focusing on an even unluckier person; this man's wife.
  Deep within the cities of Peru a house stood on top of a hill, separated from the main flow of venders and tourists that made their way throughout the streets. It was dark and secluded and was known to emit screams of horror in the middle of the night, leading many of the town children, and even some of the more gullible adults, to believe it was haunted. Nobody ever left the house and their only source of food was from a butler that would go out, purchase the bare necessities of living and return to the home without a word. Many times people would approach and question him, attempting to get information to solve the riddle of the mysterious screaming house but to no avail. Aside from this no one had the guts to try and enter the house, afraid of what it's foreboding exterior held.
  If any of them were to have ever entered the house, they would have been pleasantly surprised. It was tastefully furnished, with expensive woods and fabrics, and was kept nice and clean. It smelled warm and comfortable, like a library, which could be explained by the shelves of leather bound books that lined the walls. Up an elaborate set of wooden staircases sat french doors, behind which was the master bedroom. Unlike the rest of the nicely kept house, the bedroom was a mess. Ugly shades, bought for their practicality rather than their appearance, were pulled all the way down to block out all possible light and pillows, pants, hats and shoes lay ripped up on the floor. In the bed was a middle aged man, who looked far older than he actually was, with dark circles under his eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. He could have been sleeping, and in fact he was, but it was not a normal sleep. Instead of a peaceful, dormant slumber this man was groaning and rolling around in his bed. Next to him was an even sadder case. A women sat up in bed, unable to sleep, stuffing a pillow over her head and trying to avoid the rocking that her husband was causing. She had tried everything to solve this terrible problem- Bose Headphones, sleeping masks, Bobopedics...but nothing had worked. Unlike her husband, who was able to at least get troubled sleep, she wasn't able to sleep at all except for a few hours when pure exhaustion would take over and she would pass out. She both looked forward to that time, but also resented it. This was because when she awoke it was always the same thing. Her husband's dream, and her nightmare, had come true. Their lives had been consumed by her spouse's sleeping fantasies. But unfortunately so had her Jimmy Choo's.