For the first time in quite awhile, I was called upon by a friend in need. She recently lost her fur-baby of 18 years and was completely beside herself. She was going through a brochure of Urns and just lost it, calling on me to talk her through it. 4 and a half hours later, not only was she exhausted, but the Urn hand been chosen and she was now starving. So I invited her to dinner at her favorite place in the whole world, great for her, crappy end for me… 😦 The Sandbar in Scottsdale, she swears to it on being the best hang out ever and she loves the atmosphere. Me, well, it’s a nice place but just isn’t my thing. I prefer a hardwood floor, surrounded by tightly wrapped wrangler wearing men and a great country band up on stage. Anywayyyyyy, as we were chatting it up, waiting for our drinks, the man of my dreams, literally in them lately for whatever reason, walked in, but in reality, it was his look-a-like, doppelganger, etc… According to the friend, if I continued to stare any longer he probably would have burst into flames, not for a fierce glance or anything, I was just trying that hard to look away. And if that didn’t make things seem completely insane, the man walked out around the same time as us and got into a badass Nissan, quite similar to that of the one the ex use to have. At this point I told her to get her butt in the car, I needed to get her home, take my butt home before anything else showed up.
As for the dreams, aside from the ex being present in them, they are all over the place. The most recent consisted of him sitting in a patio chair watching as my mom’s ankle biter did circles around Max, running in and out from underneath her. As for mom’s ankle biter, he gave us quite the scare about a month ago, we really thought we were going to lose him, but thankfully not, he perked back up and seems to be doing pretty good.
So for now, I will let the dreams go where they chose, I have basically stopped trying to decipher my dreams and look at them as little reminders to be cherished, sometimes. I will admit, there are times that I wake up all pissed off and I can say with 100% certainty that the first words out of my mouth are how much of a dick he was and hope his Bears lose every game for the next 20 years. Once the pissy-ness wears off, I am usually back to my happy little self in no time, after coffee of course.