Visiting Davey.
All sorts of time and space issues get warped here in this dream… leaving me a bit disturbed, thankfully, in some ways, I was awoke during the middle by my phone beeping.
I’m not sure exactly where I am, but I know I’m staying at a hotel because I was unpacking clothing and random food items in quite an odd sort of place… hence hotel, right?
I hate how my mind sort of just assumes I’ll be able to figure out what the hell is going on once I wake up, presuming of course that I’d remember, but then again maybe if I remembered everything I’d spend less time trying to make sense of it all.
I either ran into Davey somewhere… or rather I certainly did, I just don’t know if it was a planned meeting or not. I’m leaning toward it being more like him picking me up at the airport, but that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense considering details that come later.
We hugged, I kissed him on the cheek… which didn’t make a whole lot of sense either, but I didn’t sense any sort of want to have it any other way. He seemed surprised that I went more with the ‘friend route’ than otherwise. He said something in regards to ‘the spark’ …wondering if it was still there, I kissed him on the cheek again and said something like ‘no, it’s gone.’
Skip to me being in the hotel room, where I was unpacking stuff and suddenly my mum was there… and I look out the window and my dad is driving away in the blue festiva (errrr….?).
I was texting back and forth with Davey, I guess trying to arrange for spending more time with each other, but it never seemed to happen before I woke up… ironic.