Last night, I had a dream that I got into a horrible fight with a friend of mine. We were arguing over something stupid. I can not remember what dream-Elizabeth said but it was a comment that had hurt his ego. We were in a house that was similar to his but bigger, about the size of a large mansion- kind of like The Duggar family home (you know, if you are a fan of reality shows on TLC). He was so angry that he started making posters and lists that detailed how and why he wasn't being my friend and hung them all over the walls of this large home. I was in the background of it all, screaming. Crying. angry. In my dream, my friend did not seem to care. I remember thinking, "Maybe he's not noticing me" but he would look over, and grin. He was grinning as if he knew how much his actions where hurting me and did not care, no matter how much I tried to apologize (which was becoming confusing because I started to forget what I had done). This dream was an entire mess.
I woke up with a start, my mind was reeling, exhausted and soon I allowed my self a second of relief because the events of the dream did not really happen.
I was happy.
This happiness, however, was shattered by the sobering realization that, while the events of the dream where not real that my friendship to the the man in my dream was actually over and that I still had not recovered from the experience of our lost connection and last talk.
I felt my friend-heart breaking all over again.
It was a bizarre feeling, one I never want to relive.
Other news: Will Passport and Birth Certificate return to the main office? I effing neeeeeed you!
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