Dream

It has actually been a while since I've had an ex-related dream, and while I was more than okay with this, last night broke that streak.

I was in a house that I didn't recognize, and for some reason I found an xbox and a tv and started playing GTA V.  Why, I really don't know.  I never got into the GTA games; maybe it is just because of all the hype surrounding the fifth one right now.

Anyway, I got to a point where I had to choose to gamble on something (again, I have no idea how the game really plays, so my dream-self I guess put things in that maybe made sense).  I ended up losing and then died, and ex had walked up behind me and told me I was dead.  I spun around, and he was there half-naked and holding my Rip Van Winkle gun prop, along with a second gun prop that was much smaller but looked like it was meant for the same cosplay.

He then walked away and I followed, saying I was only doing so because I didn't know where I was going (really, this house was more like a mansion).  We got to what appeared to be his room, and then I kind of refused to stay in there, but still couldn't figure out a way to get out.  Every room I went towards that was adjacent to his after that was like a closet.

So I ended up sitting down in his room and playing more GTA V while he watched.  Really, he was probs backseat gaming on me, but oh well.


Don't want to go to class.  Don't want to do anything.  Just want to go back to sleep.