Dreaming the dream

[unpossibly]

The dream starts innocently enough. I'm at a house of a friend and his wife. There, I lose a golden balloon, not the first I've lost of theirs. I feel enormously guilty. But guilt is nothing new. Shift. We're packing for a trip. I have no idea who "we" are, and I have no idea where we're going. Shift. We're on our way to the airport, north of Vancouver. Or is it Las Vegas? Now, that I think about it, it may have been Reno. The layout is unfamiliar. Shift. My best friend and his mom, aka my godmother, are in the car. And there, I tell her everything about my ex, who also happens to be her goddaughter. I explain in great lengths why she is a bitch. Later, I reflect that bitch may have been too harsh a term. My godmother does not listen, because she absolutely adores my ex like the daughter she's never had. So I pile on the evidence, with my friend agreeing on every point. It is cathartic. It is something I've waited years to get off my chest. It is freeing.

I wake up.

I grumble throughout the day, dream stuck in my head, wishing that the end was not a dream.

Nelly - Just a Dream