DreamTown.
I woke up in the middle of the night from what can only be described as a nightmare. Why? Because it was horribly vivid, from scents to images, and I couldn't fall back asleep afterward. Here's the gist.
I was picking Evan/Tuvia (the boyfriend) up at the airport. He was stressed out and as he was getting in the car he lit a cigarette. I don't know where he'd been on his trip, but he was suddenly smoking, and me -- being an asthmatic with allergies to smoke -- told him to put it out. He refused, and was really grumpy with me. So I drove off, door flying in the wind. Him standing there in the rain. I was throwing him a welcome back party at home, and I got there, and he returned about 20 minutes later. He got into the house, yelled something at me in front of everyone, and then lit up. I begged him to put it out. I told him that I didn't want him to smoke. And he did it anyway. I started crying. I said, "it's me or the cigarettes" and he said "You expect me to choose you over the cigarettes?" I cried some more. People comforted me, told me he was out of character and being weird. I cried some more.
Then the dream got weird and I ended up washing Madonna's kids clothes in a sink in the house while everyone partied around me. Evan worked the crowd with one of those beer hats on his head. I was still crying. He'd broken up with me for some damn cigarettes.
What a weird dream. I feel like I didn't sleep at all as a result. And I took a nap just now, too. What a weird sleepless night.
I was picking Evan/Tuvia (the boyfriend) up at the airport. He was stressed out and as he was getting in the car he lit a cigarette. I don't know where he'd been on his trip, but he was suddenly smoking, and me -- being an asthmatic with allergies to smoke -- told him to put it out. He refused, and was really grumpy with me. So I drove off, door flying in the wind. Him standing there in the rain. I was throwing him a welcome back party at home, and I got there, and he returned about 20 minutes later. He got into the house, yelled something at me in front of everyone, and then lit up. I begged him to put it out. I told him that I didn't want him to smoke. And he did it anyway. I started crying. I said, "it's me or the cigarettes" and he said "You expect me to choose you over the cigarettes?" I cried some more. People comforted me, told me he was out of character and being weird. I cried some more.
Then the dream got weird and I ended up washing Madonna's kids clothes in a sink in the house while everyone partied around me. Evan worked the crowd with one of those beer hats on his head. I was still crying. He'd broken up with me for some damn cigarettes.
What a weird dream. I feel like I didn't sleep at all as a result. And I took a nap just now, too. What a weird sleepless night.
