Then I decide I should check her facebook, not that I wouldn't otherwise. She changed her picture.
Last time I dreamt of her the same- a change.
In this dream, she had names written down, for children. One was Jeff. After the name there were parenthesis and in them, "?!?!", or some combination of them (and I thought she was calling for me). I went to a strip club, gentleman's club, or whatever it is called. I saw her from across the room. Pink outfit. A very tall transsexual came up and tried to socialize with me. I was kind, waved/said hi, but he/she was not who I was interested in. Donna came up after, and poked my ribs on each side, from behind me. I acted surprised. I tried to give her (somewhat of) a high five, as one arm went in to automatically go around her. I fought the desire to be with. It was a little awkward, because of how we stopped talking, before. But I just hugged her, lightly, and kissed her forehead, very lightly. As much as I have experienced, and have felt, in this time, away, I can't express that in that time, immediately. I can't give her a big hug, like we're something, because we're not. At least, not quite. We don't even know each other. Or, she doesn't know me. When we were together, I think she talked, quite a lot, and I said very little. That's why she felt she didn't know me, but I felt like I knew her.
In the dream, she showed me this clock, or something that told time some way. She said it read 23 days from the day we met (or last saw each other, though, I forget). I was trying to figure out how it worked. Sitting in a hallway near the clock-type thing, were two old Black people- a couple.
I don't remember anything after that point.
Last time I dreamt of her the same- a change.
In this dream, she had names written down, for children. One was Jeff. After the name there were parenthesis and in them, "?!?!", or some combination of them (and I thought she was calling for me). I went to a strip club, gentleman's club, or whatever it is called. I saw her from across the room. Pink outfit. A very tall transsexual came up and tried to socialize with me. I was kind, waved/said hi, but he/she was not who I was interested in. Donna came up after, and poked my ribs on each side, from behind me. I acted surprised. I tried to give her (somewhat of) a high five, as one arm went in to automatically go around her. I fought the desire to be with. It was a little awkward, because of how we stopped talking, before. But I just hugged her, lightly, and kissed her forehead, very lightly. As much as I have experienced, and have felt, in this time, away, I can't express that in that time, immediately. I can't give her a big hug, like we're something, because we're not. At least, not quite. We don't even know each other. Or, she doesn't know me. When we were together, I think she talked, quite a lot, and I said very little. That's why she felt she didn't know me, but I felt like I knew her.
In the dream, she showed me this clock, or something that told time some way. She said it read 23 days from the day we met (or last saw each other, though, I forget). I was trying to figure out how it worked. Sitting in a hallway near the clock-type thing, were two old Black people- a couple.
I don't remember anything after that point.