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I hate how my dreams always taunt me, they're always about my fears and anxieties. This time about John... we were both in rehab and he came in my room where me and my roommate were. He ended up all flirty with her and like on top of her kinda. It was ridiculous. In the dream it didn't bother me in the least cause I had the feeling of security knowing that he's mine. Then in the morning I wake up and I get all insecure about EVERYTHING. I fucking hate it.