koleeta

Your Ex-Lover is Dead

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say

I'm not sorry there's nothing to say

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I had a kind of cracked out dream last night. Something having to do with the neighbors that I have - not currently, but these are people in my dream who I just took to be my neighbors - who wanted me to come over.

I go to the kitchen (which I guess has some of my food in it) and I start taking stuff out of the fridge to eat. One of the roommates shakes her head and gives me a look like "Uh, no. You don't want to do that." and then she points to one of the other roommates. I guess the other roommate has done something to various foods in the kitchen. Why the hell they keep that shit around is beyond me.

Anyway, it continued in that weirdness. It was really funny though. I'll add more later.


ok it's later: So I start going through some of the other dishes I pulled out of the fridge and apparently some questionable and some are not. I found this amusing at the time, like sitcom amusing, and I kind of just left those items alone and didn't throw them away either. It was like We knew something was wrong with the food but we couldn't throw it away because we didn't want to let the other guy know that we knew or thought something was wrong with whatever she added to the food.

So it kind of turned into this potluck luncheon thing and there were a lot of people I don't know in real life but in this dream I had known them for some time. I was walking around the kitchen/pantry and this Elvis Costello song comes on. To me, this song is the saddest Elvis Costello song ever. It's Alison. It makes me cry. It did not fail to make me cry in this dream.

So tears are pouring out my eyes as I carry a big mixing bowl full of potato salad from the counter to the dining table (which happened to be a picnic bench/table that had been painted white) and then one of the neighbor guys tries to dance with me. I'm guessing this was either to cheer me up or because he had the hots for me. He's this short (like 4'10" or something) skinny, Mexican dude and he's trying to waltz with me to Alison which, in theory, is funny. I wasn't havin' it though. I really wanted to get away and continue crying but I didn't want to be rude or spoil the fun so I just lamely danced a bit.

Then I woke up and wanted to listen to Alison and (I Don't Want To Go To) Chelsea.