I just had this dream. Not a good dream. Shes’s there. And I must be meeting up with her at this friend’s house of hers and we’re lying on the bed talking about something and I’m trying to get back with her and it’s working. She’s… It’s going well and she’s interested. Somehow a conversation gets to her being… bringing up all the guys that she’s… done things within this time and she plays it off as, you know, her flings that just happened. And how, you know, her mum gave her a term to describe her as sort of you know the ditsy, klutzy girl who hops from the next thing to the next guy to the… And then obviously there’s a… there’s jealousy I have, I don’t like this. Hearing this shit. But anyway. all in the midst of this is a trip that’s happening. Somewhere in London. Like, they’re going to go on a long train journey. That’s why she’s at the friend’s house. But they need to go to another place. They need to go back to her place. It’s going to be early morning. So we’re going to get an uber with some of her friends, and I can come along. so we go and one of the guys is there the guy that you know she kissed or whatever. And in fact, it went a bit more than that. But I don’t know the exact details. And then there’s an error in communication where she’s like not messaging properly not clear, the communication and I’m like going and I drop like this umbrella thing that I’ve brought with me in this sort of gear that I’ve come with and I’m rushing.. and then she sends me a long message where she’s apologising and there’s all this complication and jealousy and it’s in middle of travelling… and things aren’t her fault but they are her fault and this is some fucked up dream but it’s a complete it’s just a reinterprolation of everything that happened between us. And then I’m… I just want to see her. Through it all i just want to see her. Not this trip, Not this… fucking nonsense.
But I can’t