Ex-perience

Date: 12/22/2018

I’m sure most people who’ve dreamt of their ex would consider it a nightmare, but for whatever reason it felt nice. Maybe because my mind conjured up this fantasy where my feelings were reciprocated, and he actually missed me as much as I missed him. Pathetic, I know. The dream started out at work. Only it wasn’t work, it was like an underground “bunker” where my friends and I went to hang out. You know that opening scene of Nightmare on Elm Street? Where the girl is in that coal room looking thing? That’s what it seemed like. And I entered through a section of the room and there he is sitting on top of a cooler. He looks good—better. He’s chatting with some friends on the other side of the room, and I’m not filled with dread. I’m filled with relief. I’m the first to make a move. I run up to him, and he immediately smiles and pulls me into him. He tells me to sit on his lap as he goes on about how it’s been so long. And the during entire dream, I kept having that feeling in the back of my head like I wish it were really like this—simpler. Anyways, I woke up and couldn’t remember what happened but the feeling was still there. It wasn’t until something triggered my memory that I recounted my dream. But yeah :/