Guys, this is kind of stupid but bear with me. I am reducing my medical thc usage. As I’m cutting down, I’m dreaming so much, which is sadly, kind of why I like weed. You don’t remember your dreams. I sort of want to quit altogether, but I also don’t want to?
Last night I dreamt that my family and I were visiting my abusive ex that I lived with for like 6 years during college. I really, really fell for him, really hard. And kept going back, even when he was outrageously terrible. It was the lowest point, for me, when I finally actually left him. I had debased myself to stay in a relationship with him for too long. He’s been coming up in my dreams once in awhile for months. My therapist and I are working on it, but you know, face surgery has taken precedence.
Anyway, back to the dream.
It was like I was visiting Boston, my college town, the ex and our beautiful old apartment in Cambridge between the old Necco factory and tootsie factory. And the whole time in my head in the dream, (yes, I even have a subconscious there) I’m like, why on earth are we here with him?!? and uncomfortable.
And in the dream, I wake up at 2 am and walk out into the living room and find my 9 year old son hanging out with him, alone. I woke up with a start, dripping in sweat.
Isn’t it sad this guy has haunted my dreams since 2006ish?