Dream Tracking
I woke up from the weirdest dream. I dreamed that I was going to school again. Though he and I weren't together in my dream, we were respectfully doing the whole "friend" thing, or at least attempting it. Somehow part of my commute allowed me to pass by where he was living in a neighborhood. On one day going to school, I was very fortunate to find a parking spot really close to the building where my classes were. It almost seemed like the parking spot was between the buildings, in the mist of all the student traffic.
After a long day of classes, I went back to my find my car completely STRIPPED by thieves. They had literally taken EVERYTHING except the shell of the car. There wasn't even the courtesy to leave the car on cinder blocks. When I saw my car, another guy was trying to get into it as if it was his car. In total disbelief, I asked the guy, "is that you car?" He said he wasn't sure and I told him to "get away" as it was my car since I had parked it there this morning. Walking around my "car" in total shock and still disbelief, I surveyed the damage and quickly walked back to my building where I ran into him. I approached him in hopes of some emotional support as I was crying from not knowing what to do next. He looked at me and shushed me as he was waiting for a family member (weird, I know) to finish something before he could leave. I led him to my car to show him what had happened and he didn't say much.
Before my dream could go any further, I woke up. I have NO interpretation of it. I read stuff saying how we dream about people who are thinking about us. (ha!) His lack of concern wasn't shocking to me as its part of how he copes/deals with things. Part of me wishes he would stop appearing in my dreams. It sucks because the best part of the dream was the "hug" he gave me in an attempt to comfort me. (Though in the dream, it wasn't done genuinely.)
Writing all of this isn't meant for dream interpretation. It's just meant as a record as I go through this process.


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