Disturbing Dream
I had a disturbing dream yesterday. So much happened. First, I was with Peter and mommy, and Chris and Jason and the family. And we were drinking a lot. I smoked pot. Then I had sex with poppy. I know. So disturbing. Maybe we were just fooling round. It hurts to even write this. My dream ended with me riding my yellow gravel bike and me standing there and then all of a sudden it was gone. I asked around and looked for it, but couldn't find it. A cop said you need to be careful around here. I remember thinking this is the 3rd bike I've had stolen in dreams. It was intense. I still miss George, being with him. Not his instability or his anxious attachment style, but our talks and nights in bed, and talks in the morning. The slow walks in the afternoons. I miss that. He was drowning and maybe he thought I would want to save him. But, I couldn't. I couldn't save him and cater to his attachment needs. It was too much. Maybe if it was just one, I could have managed. But both...