Last night, I was at HEB when I heard this song. It may have been the Smash Mouth version, but I found myself bouncing to the beat. When I got home, I told her about the french toast bread that I bought and that I got my dog dog treats. All of it seemed to be pointless information, but when I miss her and want to talk, I tell her the dumbest shit.
Then a bit later in the night, I woke up in the middle of the night from a dream. It’s not often that C enters my ‘dreams’ but it happens once in a while and he scared the crap out of me last night – though I think she was more irritated or embarrassed in my dream – I was startled and surprised.
Like – what did I think would happen? I am not even sure how I ended up there in my dream, I just kind of walk up on her and a few friends doing something in a garage type room. I say something apologizing for just walking in but I didn’t know how to knock. It seemed to be a big open room. She laughed and told me it was fine. There were several people in the room and I don’t even know what we were doing but there was a table and we were looking at and talking about whatever was on the table. It seemed to be some sort of vintage technology that impressed us all but I can’t place what it actually was.
At some point, her and I were sitting in a car listening to something on the radio but that didn’t last long and we were back inside again. There was nothing suggestive or anything more than friendly in the dream but when C walked in the room, he looked straight at me and started screaming asking why I was there. Her face looked horrified, mine looked terrified. Everyone else looked extremely confused. He insulted my car, told me he was going to slash my tires if I didn’t leave right then and as I started to leave, I walked out of the room and then right back in looking straight at her asking if she was okay or if she wanted to come with me. She pleaded with me to just go. She told me that she would see me soon and she was just trying to make this as easy and painless for everyone. Somewhere in there he replied to her saying that she would see me soon – saying she wouldn’t – but she was quick to interject that they were no longer together and he would not be telling her what she could and couldn’t do anymore. He was still screaming for me to get out at the top of his lungs. I just kinda disassociated and stared off as I walked away.
There was no car outside. It was a bike and it was Emily’s bike in my dream. I got on it and rode about 4 houses down and entered my house tat was on the other side of the street. Then I woke up.
So of course, I thought it was a good idea to message her telling her I had a weird dream and telling her to come hold me. That is a rhetorical come hold me. But one all the same.