It finally happened. I dremt about my ex.
I was surprised this hadn't happened earlier. If anything, I haven't really been able to remember my dreams, which may have been a blessing. But night before last, I drempt about trying to have sex with my friend Mike and failing. Last night, it was my ex-boyfriend. I don't remember much, except that we were in the middle of making love when he gets up and leaves me there alone in my bed.
I woke up, lay there, running it over and over in my head, trying to remember the dream, but not wanting to remember. The result was a relapse. For days I've been fairly OK, not thinking about him too much, and when I did it was without too much sadness or bitterness. But today I've been a wreak, crying when I can be alone, replaying our breakup in my mind, and just plain being miserable. I was going to go out tonight, but instead I think I'll just stay here.
It doesn't take Freud to figure this one out. But I don't want to sleep tonight.