foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the story of Jim Last night I had a dream about Jim. Jim is the 35-year-old guy I dated who lives across the street from me. He lives with his mom, his older sister, and his nephew. We dated for about two weeks in June, and I really liked him. But then when I came back from Seattle (I was there over the fourth of July) he dumped me (of course after blowing me off) with the "it's not you, it's me" speech. It seemed to end on amiable terms, we both expressed an interest in remaining friends, but then when I saw him two days later walking his dog and said hi to him, he ignored me. Anyway, I don't remember much of this dream I had about him, except for the pure grief I felt at losing him, the grief I'm not letting myself feel in my waking life. I noticed in the dream that although it sucked to be feeling that way, it was good that I was finally "letting it all out." I have not seen Jim on the street since the time I saw him walking his dog, which is really weird to me. 2:55 p.m. - 2004-08-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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