In this morning's dream, Onoff barged into my house and left his stuff everywhere, then left with a girl, smiling.
"What the fuck?" I yelled into the hall as they happily disappeared into the elevator. "You can't just barge in here and leave your shit everywhere!"
An hour or two later the girl came back without him, crying while getting her coat. I held her hand and asked what happened. "It was horrible!" she said. I felt bad for her and soothed her.
The next day Onoff bragged that he had an ffm sub/dom orgy. He didn't know the girl obviously had a miserable time. I just rolled my eyes like 'why are you even here?'
My whole dream was basically about him repeatedly showing up uninvited and me pushing him back out the door. The door was old and wobbly with just a hook keeping it closed, like in a bathroom stall. It would swing open outwardly by default and had to be lined up just right to be locked. But the lock didn't seem to deter him.
In my dream I also had an old gay actor roommate so I kept using my roomie as an excuse for why he can't just leave his crap everywhere.
It's funny but the traumatic part of the dream wasn't that he had sex with other women. I was more upset that I accidentally deleted all my instagram photos! Haha. I was so sad that I wouldn't be able to remember my favorite parts of my travels. "But Portugal!" I cried in despair.
I woke up very relieved that my photos are still there. :D
9:56 a.m. - 2019-03-27