Date: 12/14/2016
By Fitful
I dreamt of a contest which I was scrambling to participate in. It was perhaps mandatory. I had to have a costume. There was a guy, I went back in time a hundred times and got a hundred versions of him. I was having a hard time getting to the party. I didn't like anything that was happening.. Costumes were weird and life and death things were going on. However I did end up going. My ex Laura was at the party. I gave her my green scarf because it seemed to match her costume better than mine. She took it gently, easily, and happily, smiling. She wrapped it around her neck and a bit over her face, it was pretty on her. Then she walked away, ran away after she said bye actually down a staircase, and I felt empty. My costume was red, like red leather, and it felt incomplete.