dreams
my dreams are normally very vivid and realistic. i used to envy an ex boyfriend because he had dreams about conquering other planets and fighting mystical creatures. i’m more likely to dream about doing laundry or visiting a sick friend. perhaps not THAT lame, but pretty close sometimes.
i recently had a dream that i believe represents what most of my dreams are like. i’m recording it for future reference, so feel free to skip the rest of this post.
Larry is one of my best friends. his girlfriend, Hilary, not so much. but that’s ok because there’s plenty of room for both of us on the planet.
in my dream, i was living with my parents. our phone rang very very late one night. my father answered and the man on the other end of the line started shouting. it was Hilary’s ex-husband.
he asked to speak to me. my dad tried to calm him down, but didn’t really know what was going on so he eventually handed me the receiver. i could hear Hilary crying in the background. the man started inquiring about Larry’s whereabouts as well as a few of his female acquaintances. i refused to answer and asked to speak to Hilary myself. i was naive enough to think she would be nicer. ha !
she started shouting into the phone too and accusing me of covering up for Larry. i tried to calm her down. i told her she was obviously upset and that she should come over to my parent’s place so that we could talk in person.
eventually, she arrived with her ex-husband and daughter who chatted with my parents inside the house while i spoke to her in the front yard. she confessed to having gone through Larry’s mobile and finding distressing text messages. she then asked me who Samantha was. Samantha is one of Larry’s co-workers in real life. i tried to explain their exclusively professional relationship, but she didn’t buy it.
she said it wasn’t the first time she had searched his phone and found inappropriate messages and that she’d had it. she also said that she knew he and i were having an affair. i was appalled because we were NOT and told her she was wrong. i told her she was very lucky to have such a wonderful boyfriend, that Larry loved her very much and would never leave her for anyone. he’s not that kind of person.
i was finally able to calm her down and she went home. as soon as she left, i called Larry and told him what happened. he was rather upset that i called so late, but drove over to pick me up anyway. we were trying to find somewhere to talk, but being half asleep, he nearly got us killed driving the wrong way on a one way street while i recounted my conversation with Hilary so that we were all “on the same page.”
why can’t i just dream of flying baby dragons ?
I have vivid, detailed dreams with plots that you could make a movie about. When I’m feeling anxious, my dreams mirror that by (usually) depicting Sweet Baboo is some kind of cad who treats me badly or leaves me. I hate those.
I don’t think Hilary deserves Larry
Flying baby dragons are awesome.
You must have been exhausted when you awoke…