On Facebook a friend posted that she hates when bad dreams stick with you all day. Funny enough, I had this exact same thing happen to myself recently. I think it’s because we’re both Scorpios and we’re both super-fantastic.
Anyway, about a week ago I had a terrible, terrible dream. No, not the dream where all my teeth are falling out while I talk to someone important and when I put them back in they crumble. Not that dream. I dreamed that my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend…and he didn’t even feel bad about it.
It. Was. Awful.
When I awoke, I jumped up crying and then stared at him in absolute anger. I was livid. How could he cheat on me in my dream. What a jerk!
The poor guy woke up, and then had to comfort me and assure me he would never do anything like that – which I already knew. In a normal state of mind I know for a fact he would NEVER ever ever do anything like that (he’s the first decent guy I’ve ever dated). However, in my hyper-emotional-you-cheated-on-me-in-my-dream state…I was absolutely distraught with sadness and anger. What’s that all about?
What’s worse is that for the rest of the day, I was a disaster. I couldn’t get over the devastation that I felt…while sleeping. In fact, I felt betrayed and miserable all day (yes, I realize this makes me completely crazy).
The thing is, he’s not AT ALL that guy. I know he’s not that guy. I’ve repeatedly dated that guy and this one’s not that guy. He’s actually a decent human being. What I don’t understand is how I let a dream affect my entire day. Dummy.