#vividdream

I dreamt of Jojo. I woke up in a cushiony and warm bed, I was somewhere safe and comfortable. The colors were soft neutrals and pinks and blues. I didn't get a good look at my surroundings because as soon as I woke up I felt something stir in the blankets right on me and before I could react a little brown dog head pops out yawning from beyond the grave. I prop myself up, half sitting half lying down, to get a good look while Jojo slowly blinks his eyes and looks around and slowly at me. He had so much lint on him for some reason haha, and he can talk, he tells me “I had a really weird nap, mom” as his body is still caressed by the sheets. I gently slide the lint off his cute little sleepy face and tell him “go back to sleep sweetie”. He was so full of color he was almost glowing. I can still feel his warmth. It was a really nice dream. I wonder if it felt like a dream to him, too.

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I dreamt I was alone in my new apartment when I received a knock at the door. It was dark out and the street I live on is usually busy but it sounded so quiet through the door. I heard you (Sergio) speak, asking to be let in but something felt off. Before I could blink you knocked again, hard, and tried opening the door. My new locks were starting to wear out already and I could see glimpses of you through the cracks by the frame. I pleaded with you to stop and I asked what you were doing here while I was pushing against the door. I was using all my weight to keep it shut when I noticed you brought some muscle, some tall and big guy that looked like the singer for this one band I like. You could tell he was just there for the money and he wanted to get the job done. He was breaking my door open when Sergio finally started talking, saying I owe him money from our Peru trip. That's when I stopped and yelled back “THAT'S what this is about!?” I glared at him with what little clearance we had and shouted “You said I could pay you back in JANUARY remember!?” And he stopped completely, his muscle guy stopped too and just stared at him like “bro..”. I was furious but relieved at the same time. He drives me insane with his stupidity, even in my dreams.

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