Not too much this time. Just a passing dream. I was somehow in a wannabe little relationship with her, but not even to the point where she knew I really liked her. But we were friends, and I'd go over to her house and hang out.
On this occasion, I was at her house, and we were going to eat pizza or something, but she had a cold. Her house had that "I'm sick, so I'm not cleaning shit" look to it. Not her usual fancy decor, but I could hang.
I went outside to try to re-park my big rig diesel, but I was having some trouble getting up into the cab. It seems they had made the driver's door entry compartment for someone 3 feet tall. I couldn't climb up and contort myself, no matter how hard I tried.
I decided I was going to try to shift it into neutral while outside the cab and then maybe push it back several feet by hand. Yeah, it didn't even sound logical in the dream.
There was more, but I'm struggling these days to remember anything dream-wise. They just evaporate, mostly.
Oh, yeah. While I was parking my truck, a big black guy came over and climbed into bed with her. I wasn't too happy about it, but I recognized that we weren't really even dating, so I just kind of sulked a bit.
I think I was scheming about how I was going to woo her away from this guy, but nothing ever came of it.
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