I fell asleep and I had a very bad dream that I was in a place that was like the House of Patriarchy and somebody was really mean to me. Guess who.
He was extremely mean. Extremely cold. And he was not going to talk about it. I was really at a disadvantage in this dream.
I leaned forward. I bit him on the nose. And the nose was made of silly putty and then I put the piece I bit off back on his nose again. And I told him he was mean.
He listened, and he did not disagree and he did not apologize. He was so mean.
It was so bad.
And then I wandered around this estate and I was supposed to hang out with other people instead. But I still hadn't had a good conversation with him about why was he needing to be so mean and I didn't know how to make it happen because it was clear he didn't want to talk about it.
Why did that dream have to be so bad?
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