my cracked polystyrene world

i had a dream about satan.
and ghosts.

and by satan, i mean ex-boyfriend. i had this really weird dream where we sat together at a table with some friends and we had dinner and he was flirting with the girl sitting next to me like the whole time. it’s so him. and then there was a flood and we had to carry the table to a dry land and then continued having dinner and for him, continued flirting.

when the dinner was over we walked out of the restaurant and i realized that we were at a mall. then, i went to the toilet. it was spacious, dark and all the booths were occupied. waiting for a vacant one, i washed my hands on the wash basin, facing a huge mirror. a reflection of a pale girl smiled at me. i smiled back and turned my head round to see her but behind me was empty. no one was there. i looked at the mirror again and she was still there. and then her friends started to pop out of nowhere. pale faces with dark eyes. many of them. when i turned aroung they really were there, all smiling and grinning. i dashed out of the cursed toilet and arrived at a corridor of a hospital.

from there, it was all a blur and different faces appeared and disappeared and then i heard this song. faint familiar song. then it got louder and louder and i realized that it was my alarm. i felt relieved and confused at the same time. “phew! i hate being scared.”
[kle]

so his male older sibling got married and i came and his ex-gf came and she told him that she wanted to have a conversation with me and he took her to me and she asked questions and i merely gave her short one-word-ish answers.
mean?
so?!
[kle]