Comfortable/Uncomfortable

You were in my dreams again. I don't know why I dream about you so often. I'm not mad about it, it's just interesting, I guess. We were on the phone. I was in my Gram's castle house, walking down the hallway that lead to the kitchen. There was a lot of people there, family and friends of my Gram? We planned a trip to Boston. Your dad did a bunch of research and had restaurants and places to visit lined up and you put it all together. I saw a doorway with a red poinsettia on the handle. It was a wooden door, cheap looking, I turned the handle and I thought to myself, "Usually, I'm the one that does the research and plans. It's nice to not have to do that. It feels like I'm being given a break. A moment of peace." I smiled and didn't say what I thought. I just said it all sounded good, beaming. I got myself some chocolate milk out of the fridge, like when I was a kid. I looked out the window, the one above the sink. I missed you. There was something keeping us apart. I went to my great gramom's room, the one I slept in after she passed away. I was still on the phone and I wished you were with me.

I had another dream that I was in my bed, I felt like it was at a hotel though, maybe in Paris. But, I wasn't. I was at home. It just wasn't my ACTUAL home. But, in my dream, it was my home. My ex was in my bed. I woke up and he was there. I didn't know how or why he was there but, he was awake when I turned to look at him. I said, "Did you get drunk and go on autopilot?" I assumed that it was a mistake- he didn't ACTUALLY think he could just walk into my house and sleep in my bed without my permission. I remained calm but, I felt very much like I was violated and he needed to leave. He gave me some "nice" bullshit and I asked him again if he was on autopilot and then I woke up.