He Came Back.
First night to be met with a nightmare, seems fitting somehow. DaVe and I were taking a shower (together oddly enough and I can’t quite explain that one either), and it seems that everytime he’d leave the shower before completely washing off, essentially always leaving it unfinished. I think he was going to get the door, because someone had arrived… at least that’s my intellectual reasoning behind it now that I’m awake. Our ‘guest’ was none other than davey… of all people. He rambled something about how he knew it wasn’t going to work out with so and so… and how it didn’t with any of the other people that he’d gotten himself involved with… and that he wanted me back. Of course in the dream state where I’m not able to rationalize anything it seems, I accepted. Then he left… sort of like a teasing moment, where it looks like I’m going to get exactly what I want and then in an instant it’s all gone again.
To me, that’s a nightmare… it woke me up and I guess for the last several hours I just basically laid in the bed… listening to snoring that could undoubtedly wake the dead, hah.