Bad dream

Last night, I revelled in the thought of getting a good 8 hours sleep but instead had a fretful night. I dreamt that Mr. DD was in a relationship with one of my childhood friends. And they had a baby. And my friend was telling me that they'd probably get married sooner or later. As soon as I cleared him for some vacation time.

He never had the decency to tell me about any of it. (Which I guess would be characteristic of him.) He just shrugged and mumbled at me. I wasn't mad at my friend and she wasn't sorry or insincere. She was just being herself. And I was happy for her as much as I could be though it hurt so much.

I woke up with a start in the middle of the night, awoken by the gigantic ache in my chest. Heartache I think it was. Though I don't know why. I don't know what strange subconscious thought conjured up that dream. I don't know why I would ever ache for this person. And frankly, I'm a little pissed that the bad dream destroyed the possibility of good sleep.

No more cuppa tea for me after dinner. Or maybe I should take up watching horror films so that I can have a proper nightmare instead of an emotional one.