Dream a Little Dream

I dreamed several dreams, but of course, this little dream was the last one that woke me and the only one I remember all day. It was a migraine overnighter.

It was the smitten 27-year old who is so upset with me and alternately badly influenced about me from the waggling tongues of false tale-tellers, that I make him “uncomfortable” to be around me, who suddenly and surprisingly walked up to me, looking like a big-eyed puppy dog  as I was sitting down googling something on the Mac.  His hair looked better than I’ve ever seen it. After all of this, I made my search engine seem more important. I need an apology. His "discomfort" and these lies need to quit. My honor needs restoration. I refused to speak because he needed to speak first. I couldn’t look at him, but I was looking at both of us from outside of my body (I rarely dream like that). He kept looking at me, but he would not say anything. I don’t know if he just couldn’t speak or if he was waiting for me to say something. I woke up.

Funny thought for me to think of anyone reading this: you know how some people have the same dreams consecutively? Of course, everyone does this. Hahaha. I wonder if it was originally his dream because his hair looked so good.

Who's zooming who? I still maintain my innocence. (smile)