i had a bunch of weird dreams last night.

first i dreamt my cousin nick died. it was terrible. the sisterclub and our parents went to buy flowers. sister #2 and i had a loud argument about what to buy. she got all the wrong flowers and i was outraged.

the funeral was held in a teeny, tiny lockerroom that might have been at the bowling alley. i’m not sure. i don’t know how he died.

the second dream involved a guy that i really wanted to date once upon a time ago but didn’t want to date me because he was otherwise occupied with a relationship that was ending. in the dream we lived like next door to each other. he was having some sort of photo shoot in his apartment or he was being interviewed for something. he told one of the the shooters/interviewers to run next door and get a beer from me. he wanted a beer.

i heard all this, because there were like windows in our walls so i could see into his apartment and he could see into mine. she climbed through one of the windows to get a beer. i gave it to her.

some other stuff might or might not have happened, i can’t remember.

what i remember next is that he was in my apartment and i had to go somewhere, so i was looking for my shoes. he said something and i had a meltdown. oh yes, i remember now, he was talking with the interviewer/shooter about all the great loves and the women he was romantically interested in and i flipped out.

i lay on the floor just sobbing, my heart was so broken. he kneeled next to me rubbing my back trying to comfort me. he tried to take me into his arms, and i just screamed and cried about he was using me had used me or something.

i was jsut decimated.

then sister #3 appeared and we left.

are you coming back? he shouted after us.

and then i woke up.