3 hours

Date: 10/15/2019

I was only asleep for 3 hours. I was in a sort of older town type area but I was dreaming before that. It was something patriotic, something to do with a flag and him I had a spiritual connection to it, so strong I texted him asking him if he had an important dream. I was so overcome with emotion I couldn't describe the euphoric feeling I had. He chose not to answer, intentionally because he doesn't care for me. I see him, saying "hey I'm sorry I texted you but I have to know if you felt what I felt last night" He says he doesn't know what I'm talking about and I feel insane. I say sorry again. I watch him be with his friends while they make some sort of film. The feelings are overwhelming. Then I'm at a park by his house, my shirts off because I'm changing it but someone is bothering me. I feel gross and stupid. He is there, he makes the person leave. But he doesn't do it for me. He has another motive. Later I'm in a big tunnel inside this place full of big old things people have placed there because they felt they were important. There's so many things in the tunnel, nothing is important anymore. Then I'm in a bubble, I want to live in it and bounce along the unimportant things. People want me too. They root for me for this. Finally I'm put in the past. Me and my brother are young, young me says she loves her brother and they like all the same things. She names off things such as star wars. They tell me I must be the older version of her. They tell me I grew boobs, and they point at me. Under the bed I'm transported to his house. He's still-framed making films with his friends. I feel like I'm suffocating. And like I'm stupid for caring.