Dream a little dream of me

This morning, I awoke after a dream feeling dread. Pure, unmistakable dread.

I woke up at around 7am to let my dog out to use the little boy's room and did some Facebook commenting while I waited for him to finish his business. During said waiting period, a friend called me.

Said friend and I chatted for a bit, then I let my pup in and went back to sleep. As soon as I was back to dreamland, the friend I spoke with on the phone popped in. To the dream. He and I didn't speak. We kissed passionately. He took me to the bedroom and before my clothes fell off, there was a knock at the door.

My pseudo-mom was at the door. Maryssa... Why was she trying to ruin my wonderful time with this friend in the bedroom? WHY Mom, why???

I tried to get rid of her, but then my pseudo-dad showed up. They sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee and telling me about their latest series of dramatic events without being asked. Damn. All I wanted was a few minutes alone with this guy.

Then, dogs barking. Wait. That was my dog. In the room with me. Barking at whomever was up in the house.

Reluctantly, I woke up. And I felt like I should call Maryssa immediately to see why she's showing up in my dreams. But I don't want to hear their latest drama. I really don't. I'm also pretty pissed that she interrupted me with... him. He is delicious and I believe dreamland is the only place I'll be getting to see him.

Fucking bad timing, you know. Dang, I'll call her tomorrow. Even though I know that I'll just be torturing myself because there is always SOMEthing extreme that is going on in her life and she talks for hours and hours.