I hate Dreams!

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So it's been over a year since my breakup, and for the past couple months it's been relatively great on the coping front. I understand why it happened, understand how it turned out the way it did and should have. No regrets, no remorse. Other aspect of my life for the past month however, had just been just one big stressful time. Moving back, new job, old friends doing their own things, etc. I haven't slept very well, and a lot of time wake up just as tired or moreso than going to bed. During this time, I've just closed my eyes and opened em, and it's morning. I don't remember dreaming anything.

 

Well this morning was different. I actually dreamed of my ex, and in my dream we were still broken up, and she was mad at me, but for some reason we worked in the same place. We clearly were't talking or anything. But we were in a meeting, and for some reason, just reached over to my bottle of evian and took a gulp of it, returned it. I know I'm thinking to much of it, but that kind of comfort level, I think is reserved for close people, and in my dream i was thinking "Maybe there's a chance later on down the road". I DIDN'T LIKE THIS. Suffice to say, I HATE DREAMS.