I had a nightmare of epic proportions that I cannot forget and *MUST* share. In the dream each of my exes and my present boyfriend took on the role of a Disney prince. I’m not even sure if there are enough princes to go around for the dream but my psyche went with it. To be honest, I think this has something to do with one particular ex who happens to be getting married on 9-11 of all days. My brain can’t wrap around why anyone would choose that date to get married. If you knew this person though and his sick and sadistic sense of humor I’m sure it would make sense.
In any event, towards the end of the dream D took on the role of Prince Eric who is easily my favorite Disney prince. If not for his blatant stupidity over not realizing Ursula wasn’t Ariel and breaking her heart by almost marrying her, Prince Eric was perfect in practically every way. My only problem was that I couldn’t be Ariel in this dream because, clearly because I’m a brunette. So, in this dream I was Ariel with brown hair and D’s ex was Ursula with red hair. That. Fucking. Bitch.
I woke up and realized that it wasn’t even realistic. I mean, I’m clearly the princess and she is clearly someone who I am certain I wouldn’t want to be friends with. That being said, I told D of this dream. He thought it was funny and that I was just being cute and quirky. Still, I wonder sometimes if my psyche doesn’t have irrational fears that he might go back to her because he isn’t getting what he wants from me. And before anyone says otherwise, I know that is a stupid cliche girl thing to say. My rational mind tells me, 1-He’d be an idiot to seek attention or affection elsewhere; 2-He’s as much in love with me as I am with him; and 3-Just, NO.
Still, I feel like my brain is a bit mushy with all the love and emotions going on. It’s just not working right.