Dream

I had a dream, Pips. It felt like I was in an alternate reality where I graduated from IMC. But it was something different. I'm just going to mention things that reminded me of my dream. The fight still happened. I was invited to a dorm because I had to pick up something from someone. I was supposed to get a lot of Twice photocards from him. We went to a quaint litle cafe. He gave me the photocards, and I took it gladly. I can't remember if we had a conversation but I remember waltzing out of the cafe then coming back in tears. I said, "I'm sorry, I can't do this. I don't want it. Then I cried loudly enough before leaving again. Mariah Carey. Letter. A big sorry. Then all is well. I can't explain all the details, Pips. Because it's too hurtful to think about it.