Last night's dream was somewhat odd. It was short though. The most of it was just me randomly coming across my exboyfriend and First Love, Kenny. I was meeting my friend Shannon for lunch one day and Kenny comes up to us on the street and I suddenly have nowhere to turn to get away. I end up having to talk to him, and for nearly an hour (or as it felt in the dream) he proceeded to tell me just how badly I had hurt him, and how he hasn't been able to have a steady relationship because I caused trust and commitment issues; he was now constantly afraid to trust anyone because he was terrified that they were going to leave him once he got attached.
That was just about the entire dream. I know it wasn't a "real" dream, with any sort of deeper meaning, because it ended with him leaving, me going inside my house, and me starting a load of dishes. Except I wasn't washing dishes. I was washing skinned octopus tentacles. In the dishwasher. They are what I recall most vividly in the dream; Soft and slimy, yet hard if you squeeze them, a light translucent pink, and about eight to nine inches long each. I was putting them three at a time in the silverware spots in the dishwasher.
The entire reason Kenny even popped into my dream is because in the next month I'll be making a weekend trip to Florida, and I'm afraid he might be there to make me feel guilty and to relive my past regrets. Which I know is a ridiculous notion. What I'm more focused on, and more intrigued by, is the washing of the octopus tentacles.
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