I had a dream about Matt last night. If I’d had a choice in the matter, I would have passed.
But I saw a family picture on Facebook of Matt and his wife and kids right before I went to bed, without thinking about it or really processing it at all, and my subconscious decided it wasn’t done with that shit, I guess.
It wasn’t exactly an unpleasant dream. There was a confrontation of sorts. Matt called me out for pretending I didn’t notice him and his family sitting near me in church every Sunday. (Psyches are weird. Matt doesn’t even live in my country, and I don’t ever go to church.)
And then I explained that I don’t really want to be friends with him, because I don’t. He seemed sort of ok with that.
The rest of the dream was me playing with his kids. I don’t even really want to venture a guess as to what sort of messed up thing that probably means.
Hopefully my psyche is done processing this now and will leave me in peace.