My alarm went off at 7:30 in the morning. I woke up and realized that I woke up in the middle of a dream with Juan. Instantly I was sad. Its one of those dreams that you dont want interrupted. I pressed snooze on the alarm and kept on thinking about it.
In the dream Juan was hanging out with people in my family, but hadn't ever seen me (even though he was in a relationship with him). He was hanging out with my dad in particular and my dad loved him. Time passes in my dream I guess. And we were SOOO in love apparently.
Then my mom says to me, "Why don't we ever see you guys together? He's with your dad now. Maybe he'll come over" I'm washing dishes, why am I washing dishes? I don't really know. lol. I hear the door open (my front door makes a distinctive noise when it opens). Dad comes in with a cooler. At this point, I feel like I'm about to pass out. I guess I was ashamed of my appearance, and what he would think of me. I get this anxiety - the type I get during rush hour traffic or during black friday x1000. Peter walks in, and I hear Juan's voice. He walks in and shows me this big fish still on a hook. He has the hugest smile.
That was when I woke up.
I thought about this dream a good 2 minutes, and I smell the brisket that had been cooking the whole night. I try to ignore the pain in my stomach, and the need to throw up. However, I was not successful. So, I dashed into the bathroom and threw up violently. So violently that I nearly start crying. I call my mom, and tell her to call KJ (one of my bosses) to tell her I won't be coming in. It was bad. I don't even know what would cause me to throw up like that, and in the morning???
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