Isn’t it funny how realistic a dream can seem?
I got to sleep in this morning, and just before I woke up, I had a very realistic dream; I woke up mad and annoyed at Chris for the situation in the dream. Thing is, it’s something that has never come up in our 6 1/2 years together.
Even though things worked out perfectly in my dream, I can’t shake my hurt from his actions, and those of his friends (all of them nameless and faceless as often happens in dreams.)
As stupid as all of this is, I’m bringing it to the next level of stupidity by finding myself wanting him to reassure me. I know, dumb, dumb, dumb.
It was just a dream, Erica!