Night before last I dreamed I got into a vicious argument with a girl who was like an amalgamation of several girls I went to high school with. Sort of a preppy/mean girl type of person. We were in some kind of high stress situation (I don't remember what was going on except that it was a major, almost apocalyptic crisis) and tensions were running high.
Last night I dreamed that B showed up at my house. I was happy to see him and gave him a hug. He pulled me into the laundry room, where he sat me on the washing machine and we started kissing. I assume it got pretty heated, but I don't really remember much after that. I don't know why I dream about him like this more frequently now that I'm no longer infatuated with him. I guess it's just lingering subconscious desires or something.
