I had a horrible dream. My best friend was helping plan a party for me and my ex-boyfriend (we were still together in the dream), when he tells me that he’s been dating my best friend and was leaving me for her. I confronted her, and she was all smug and cocky about it. So I tell her husband that she cheated on him, and it all culminates in a big screaming fight in a parking lot, with her kids watching us and crying.

The worst thing is that in the dream, I was actually feeling the emotions that I would feel if this had happened in the waking world. I can still remember how things felt during the dream too.

I actually woke up hyperventilating! I woke up because my dog was crying and woke me up; he could tell something was wrong.

I’m still upset and have this really negative mood about me.

Is 7 a.m. too early to start drinking?

Note to God: Dude, come on! It’s OK if you can’t give me miracles in real life, but good dreams are free. Throw me a bone here.

Afterthought: I’ve only hyperventilated one other time in life. When I found out that another boyfriend (who I almost married) was having a relationship behind my back.

So I guess bad things can happen to me in life, but romantic betrayal is the only thing I find hyperventilation-worthy. That’s good to know.

Confession: When I go to blogs and they have an entry about a dream they had, I never EVER read it. “Who cares about your stupid dream?” I ask myself, closing the browser window. Therefore, by posting this, I am a big fat hypocrite.

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