Why don't you cry about it?
He meanders into the bathroom to brush his teeth and I pause in the shower, a feeling of weirdness creeping over my body. It's that feeling you get when you see someone that had been in your previous night's dream, not the one you get when someone enters the bathroom and you're naked. Let's not confuse them.
I keep shaving as I talk to Steve through the shower door (I HATE shower doors by the way, impossible to clean!). "I had a dream that we were fighting last night."
"Really?" Brush, brush. "Me too."
The fact that we both dream the same things is quite disturbing but this time even more so.
In mine, Steve is digging out the trees in front of our apartment (even though we have no trees in front of our apartment to begin with). As I come up the walk with his cousin, Jenn, I nastily inform him that Lord Land will not be happy with his decision to take all the trees from the ground. Steve just stares at me apathetically and shovels more roots out. I hate being ignored so I feel the heat rise in me. "You can't just dig up trees that don't belong to us!" I shout at him. He makes eye contact and gives me a face that says to move along. I lose it. "Fuck you, Steve! Fuck you! You hear me? Fuck you!" Jenn ushers me inside.
I don't think I've ever even cursed AT Steve so the fact it came out so easily in my dream is unnerving. Even more so than the fact that his dream contains him cursing me out and also involves trees.
Steve's dream opens on him and I and a bunch of my friends throwing knives at trees. Apparently we're in some kind of knife-throwing competition. Suddenly it ends and we all get into cars to go to a movie or something. By the time Steve finishes collecting the knives, he reaches my truck to find there's no seat for him as all the other cars pull away. He sarcastically lets me know he's pissed with a crisp, "Thanks, Kate."
As I pull away from the curb he flips me off and curses me out with a lot of f-bombs.
We both stare at each other very quietly in the bathroom. Finally I break the silence, "So we fought with each other and it had to do with trees. What do you think it means?"
I look at the recycling piling up in our kitchen. There's broken down boxes and magazines and papers from God knows what. "I think it has to do with my anxiety over not taking the recycling out these past few weeks."
"Really?" Steve thinks about me tearing away from the curb without him but with all my friends. "I think it has to do with you always leaving me out of fun things."
I uneasily look away then bring my eyes back to him.
"So. What do you want for dinner tonight?"
I keep shaving as I talk to Steve through the shower door (I HATE shower doors by the way, impossible to clean!). "I had a dream that we were fighting last night."
"Really?" Brush, brush. "Me too."
The fact that we both dream the same things is quite disturbing but this time even more so.
In mine, Steve is digging out the trees in front of our apartment (even though we have no trees in front of our apartment to begin with). As I come up the walk with his cousin, Jenn, I nastily inform him that Lord Land will not be happy with his decision to take all the trees from the ground. Steve just stares at me apathetically and shovels more roots out. I hate being ignored so I feel the heat rise in me. "You can't just dig up trees that don't belong to us!" I shout at him. He makes eye contact and gives me a face that says to move along. I lose it. "Fuck you, Steve! Fuck you! You hear me? Fuck you!" Jenn ushers me inside.
I don't think I've ever even cursed AT Steve so the fact it came out so easily in my dream is unnerving. Even more so than the fact that his dream contains him cursing me out and also involves trees.
Steve's dream opens on him and I and a bunch of my friends throwing knives at trees. Apparently we're in some kind of knife-throwing competition. Suddenly it ends and we all get into cars to go to a movie or something. By the time Steve finishes collecting the knives, he reaches my truck to find there's no seat for him as all the other cars pull away. He sarcastically lets me know he's pissed with a crisp, "Thanks, Kate."
As I pull away from the curb he flips me off and curses me out with a lot of f-bombs.
We both stare at each other very quietly in the bathroom. Finally I break the silence, "So we fought with each other and it had to do with trees. What do you think it means?"
I look at the recycling piling up in our kitchen. There's broken down boxes and magazines and papers from God knows what. "I think it has to do with my anxiety over not taking the recycling out these past few weeks."
"Really?" Steve thinks about me tearing away from the curb without him but with all my friends. "I think it has to do with you always leaving me out of fun things."
I uneasily look away then bring my eyes back to him.
"So. What do you want for dinner tonight?"