theres a haunting in my head what do you guys think this means?
Last night I had a dream...
I dreamt that I broke it off with Kyle for some reason I dont remember. Something happened and I broke up with him. Afterwards I changed my mind and wanted him back. He told me that he was moving away and never coming back and he did not want to be with me anymore no matter what I said. He was calm cool and collected about the whole situation, he showed no emmotion and was friendly and polite about it and was basically like "tough shit". Then I was in my basement at my parents house. When I was much younger our basement had a gray rug, a blue corderoy couch and love seat, and the tv was against the wall in a certain spot. i walked down into my basement (which has been completely renovated for years now) and it was back to the way it used to be when i was little. every little detail was there exactly the way it was, i sat down on the couch where me and my dad used to sit before he went to work 3rd shift. i didnt see much of my dad when i was little and we have had a very complicated relationship and he was absent for a lot of my life, i always loved my dad and i have learned to love him even more later in life because i no longer fear him the way i used to. my father scared the mortal shit out of me when i was a child. so anyways i sat on the couch and was crying harder than i ever have in my life about kyle, he then called me on my cell phone(cuz i had begged him to at least say goodbye to me before he left and he had agreed). I ran outside literally feeling the adrenaline pumping through me in my sleep. he stood there expressionless and i begged him to try and work things out and to stay. i was a mess crying and pleading with him. i then ran to him and threw my arms around him, sobbing into his neck and asking him to please not leave me. i then pulled away and looked at him and he had turned into my dad who said he was leaving and there was absolutely nothing i could do, then i woke up.
I dreamt that I broke it off with Kyle for some reason I dont remember. Something happened and I broke up with him. Afterwards I changed my mind and wanted him back. He told me that he was moving away and never coming back and he did not want to be with me anymore no matter what I said. He was calm cool and collected about the whole situation, he showed no emmotion and was friendly and polite about it and was basically like "tough shit". Then I was in my basement at my parents house. When I was much younger our basement had a gray rug, a blue corderoy couch and love seat, and the tv was against the wall in a certain spot. i walked down into my basement (which has been completely renovated for years now) and it was back to the way it used to be when i was little. every little detail was there exactly the way it was, i sat down on the couch where me and my dad used to sit before he went to work 3rd shift. i didnt see much of my dad when i was little and we have had a very complicated relationship and he was absent for a lot of my life, i always loved my dad and i have learned to love him even more later in life because i no longer fear him the way i used to. my father scared the mortal shit out of me when i was a child. so anyways i sat on the couch and was crying harder than i ever have in my life about kyle, he then called me on my cell phone(cuz i had begged him to at least say goodbye to me before he left and he had agreed). I ran outside literally feeling the adrenaline pumping through me in my sleep. he stood there expressionless and i begged him to try and work things out and to stay. i was a mess crying and pleading with him. i then ran to him and threw my arms around him, sobbing into his neck and asking him to please not leave me. i then pulled away and looked at him and he had turned into my dad who said he was leaving and there was absolutely nothing i could do, then i woke up.