I had a dream about X.

Specifically, I had a dream about X breaking up with me. I have this strange thing where, when I dream about men in my life (present or past), they seem to overlap. It’s happened before.

So it was most definitely X in the dream, but I was back at college. It was (I assume) graduation time, because it was Mother’s Day. Graduation at Allegheny was always on Mother’s Day. I’m not sure if I was graduating, but I was at a house similar to (but not quite) the house I lived in my senior year. X was being a complete and utter asshole, which he was prone to do at times…most often when he’d been drinking. I swore at him, and told him to get away from me. He told me he wished he could take more time talking to me, but “This day isn’t about you.” Whatever that meant…

I was also scheduled to take a final, but it was a performance-type final, and my theater professor had sent me a note to let me know. So I was freaking out about X breaking up with me, and I had to get to my final.

And as bizarre and surreal as it seems now as I type it, it was so real…I was so upset, and I just wanted a big giant hug from Rand when I woke up. 🙁

Freaky.