I sincerely hope they’re not going to become recurrent.
They’re so thoroughly predictable. I dream about … him and … him … and then I wake up with a feeling of mild upset and, worse, a knot of longing in my stomach that I thought I’d gotten past.
I live my life, day to day, and try not to let last year bother me and it works. I thought I was past all of this crap. I guess there’s a part of me, my subconscious I suppose, that just hasn’t made that final leap.
It’s annoying, but mainly, like I said, because it’s so damn predictable. Dreams are worrying when they’re vague and obscure, but they’re frustrating and angering when you can self-analyse them and know exactly what the fuck they mean.
