Usually are a mix of Ellen Hopkins and whatever my mind wants to torture me with. Tonight's dream was one of those.. It wasn't a nightmare, like the dream of a fatherly figurehe was supposed to me my dad in the dream, but didn't look or sound like real-life dad) raping me that I had last week.
No, this one was much less frightening.. but confusing beyond belief.
We were in the backseat of a car. Myself, Ex#3, and my current boyfriend's ex. I believe we were being escorted to the Library? I don't know. But we made a pit-stop at Wawa. I remember accidentally putting my arm around 3 to get balance, move away quickly.3 and 'Her' stay close most of the time.
So, we get to the library. I go to look at books while they slowly exit my mind and the area of the library. I find two Ellen Hopkins novels and something else, then go to look for them. Stumble upon a very strange room to have in a library- a bedroom. The room just randomly on the side of the library with a door. Open the door, therethey are. I still see the picture in my head.. Both naked, blanket covering both for the most part. He looking down at her with this smile on his face.. a gentile, loving smile. With her.. well, I can't remember. But apparently both leave their glasses on during sex.
They notice me. I turn around, say 'I'll be in the car' and stumble off. I feel weak.. Jealous? Of what, and more importantly who? With a sigh I get the person who was driving us- my mom, apparently- to check out the books for me and, instead of going back to the car, I go deeper into the library.
I meet 3 again, fully clothed, while I'm actually trying to write down what just happened as if it were a dream. we talk for a bit, joke around.I end up hugging him. He embraces me. I struggle between wanting to break away and wanting to stay in his arms due to the scene I just witnessed. He kisses me, just the way he used to. Gentile, loving, soft yet firm. Okay, really confused now. I think I curse him off, I forget. But I remain in his arms, looking away from him.
That's all I remember in the dream.. But it really confuses the hell out of me. I guess that's what dreams do when you're sick(probably in both meanings of the word).
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