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First, I met a guy. He was 30 but still very cute. His wife had died, and he carried her engagement ring. I was in a restaurant, where I met this guy, and we flirted; however, I left because I have a boyfriend and I knew he would be upset. Somehow I discovered that my mother was a murderer. She killed women. I was very shocked by this information, and I needed to talk to my boyfriend (boy toy according to Carlos) about it. Sadly, we were in my father’s birthday party, and about to watch a movie, so my boyfriend said he wanted to watch the movie and we’d talk later. I was very upset about this, because it was very important for me to talk to him. I left and thought about my relationship, I was very emotional and thought to myself I didn’t want a boyfriend who preferred watching a movie than comforting me in such a hard time. I went back to my boyfriend, told him in the ear “It’s over” and left (this is overly dramatic, I know, I’m not really like this). Then I went looking for the older guy who flirted. I actually feel guilty about doing this in my dream. To be honest, I only wanted a physical comfort, but this guy was quite romantic and really wanted to be with me in a relationship. This guy went looking for an empty room and then I saw my boyfriend looking for me. He was drunk, so I left and tried to hide. I didn’t really want him to see me with this new guy. I realized I really wanted to be with my boyfriend, and I didn’t care about the other guy. I thought to myself it was a good time to tell my boyfriend I love him.
When I started to look for him, he had left the party. I went to the parking lot, and we was gone. I was so desperate. My boyfriend was drunk, upset and driving. And it was all my fault. I didn’t know what to do, I felt guilty and helpless. That’s when I woke up.
I think this dream is so important because it was very realistic. I mean, no fantasy at all. I guess I also realized how important my boyfriend is to me. We have been four months together and I haven’t told him I love him, cause I don’t know if I do. It has something to do with studying psychology. I know how love works, and I wanna tell him when I’m sure it’s “true love” (intimacy, passion and commitment) and not when I’m just in that crazy state of “being in love”.
