Jumbled mess
Last part of the night I had a jumbled mess of dreams. Something to do with a lot of people in the house, people using my bathroom, and something I was trying to get done and had to figure out that had to do with the 11th.
I had a card I had been previously given and it was supposed to have a sort of ritual (couple type ritual involving getting dressed up and going out) and I was trying to get prepared for that and all sorts of events getting in my way. There was a leather jacket that would have looked good with my pants, but it belong to someone else and was too small. There were people in the house (not my guests) trying to pop into the bathroom I was using. I said something about there being three bathrooms in this house and everyone wants to use *mine*.
None of this matches real life, honestly. But last night there was a dream where I was asking if there was anything left of “us” and only got silence for an answer. It’s obvious to me that with Wayne’s similar traits (which I love), I am re-hashing some of the past again. I never really felt “closure” on that despite my attitude of the time. So given some of the “reminders”, it’s fairly obvious my brain is trying to deal with the emotional edges of the distinction between the current and the past.