His Ex

Date: 11/7/2016

Dean and I were sitting at home when his exes arrived. Now I clearly remember finding a new red dress in a box and putting it on before they got there, so I was looking fine. One of them was quite polite and sat in a chair while Dean finished his video game sotting on the bed with me. The other one, Lauren, came and sat in front of me and started putting her hand on his leg. Instead of pushing her off, he started doing it back. So I stand up and make my way to the kitchen and these guys follow. This Lauren sits at the table and immediately starts bawling, and I'm whocked to see Dean comfort her and start making her a cup of tea. We've got a proper kitchen in this dream - a big room with a round wooden table in the centre, a sliding glass patio door at the back and the units all lined up along the left side. The countertops are black and shiny, the kettle is made of metal and is the kind you're supposed to put on the stove, but Dean is using it electrically. He continues to talk to Lauren as if I'm not there and she's the most important thing in the universe. The other ex doesn't seem to mind, but I do and so I decide to make a classic scene. I stand up and quietly say "I'm heading off." To Dean as I sidle past him toward the patio doors. He doesn't say a thing and so I go out of the sliding door and up the slope of too-green lawn, trying not to stumble just in case any of them are watching. Need to keep my dignity. As I walk down the opposite side of the hill and come to the street, all the clothes I'm wearing just disappear except for my tiny black adidas jacket. I cover myself with it as best I can, everyone I pass giving me the eyeball, and take my phone out of my jacket pocket. I call Dean, since all my clothes are obviously at our house. I can still hear Lauren bawling in the background but I explain my situation to him quickly. No response; just the sound of Lauren saying something. "Dean?" I ask. "Sarah!" He shouts. "This is important!" and hangs up.