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Last night I dreamed about two different people who are not in my life now, neither of whom I'd been thinking about in waking life. One was my mom's brother who is in rehab now. I haven't seen him in years. In the dream I was hugging him and telling him it was okay, that I understood; and that I was just glad about what he told my grandmother before she died, for her sake - that she was his 'hero'. (That part really happened.) I wanted to comfort him and I wasn't mad about anything.
The other person was - you, if you're reading. I sulked and crossed my arms and stomped my foot and, refusing to look at you, said angrily, 'It's just that I miss you!' You laughed at me, like it was obvious and I was being childish, and you put your arm around my shoulders, me still sulking and crossing my arms, and we walked away somewhere together, and you said, 'I know, I miss you too.' Like it was obvious.
I don't know why I dreamed those things last night.
The other person was - you, if you're reading. I sulked and crossed my arms and stomped my foot and, refusing to look at you, said angrily, 'It's just that I miss you!' You laughed at me, like it was obvious and I was being childish, and you put your arm around my shoulders, me still sulking and crossing my arms, and we walked away somewhere together, and you said, 'I know, I miss you too.' Like it was obvious.
I don't know why I dreamed those things last night.