I really do hate dreams. I never seem to have “normal” ones therefore I always feel the need to read something into them. After all why would you have a dream unless it’s your subconscious trying to tell you something?

Last night I had a dream about Evil again. We were in a large group of people and he was flirting with the ditzy girl that he claims to have no interest in. He was flirting with and totally ignoring me. That’s when Francis came up and told me that Evil and I had hooked up the previous weekend when we had been drinking together at a party. I couldn’t remember this happening and the she wasn’t surprised at all. “You never remember what happens when your drinking.” I stood there watching him flirt and feeling upset that I couldn’t remember having sex with him. Later, he’s all dressed up and leaving to go to some fancy gathering. I’m standing on a deck above him with a bottle of bleach. Without even thinking about it, I pour the bleach all over him. He looks up at me … furious that I have ruined his clothes.

Grrrr. Where’s Dr. Mierzwiak when you need him? I wish that I could go back a few years and erase him totally from life so I wouldn’t have dreams about him. They make me depressed. Depressed because of all the time and emotions I have wasted on him.~