Last night / this morning I had a terrible dream. It was easily the worst dream I have ever had. Period. Basically, it involved Phillip living a double life this entire time we’ve been together. He had been cheating on me practically the whole time and didn’t want to get married anymore.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe this in the slightest bit. It was just sad and I was very happy to wake up. I called Phillip for comfort – and quickly remembered why it is I don’t call him to wake him up when I have bad dreams. Oh well. That’s why they’re dreams and not reality.
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