I had the shittiest series of dreams last night.
Don’t worry, I won’t bother with the vague details I can remember, but they all included me hanging out with friends at parties, at the beach, et cetera, et cetera. So that was all fun times.
…until I ended up being regarded a douche in all of those dreams.
I don’t know, I was just acting myself as usual, but some things I said struck people as offensive or stupid or something? I really didn’t mean to have it come across as such, but it did, and everyone was all “ugh” and it was really not fun at all. ):
Hate those kinds of dreams. But eh, they shouldn’t be getting my down. I know I have the best friends in the world. For example, my bro comes over quite frequently these days, and sometimes during silences or whatever, “I love you Fang”, “I love you too bro”. No, no, not in the romantic way, but friendly friendship love. Brotherly love, even though we aren’t related by blood.
It’s great, but the fact that they shop up in my dreams more often recently does indicate that it’s really heavy on my mind that these times have more or less passed now.