Dreams as I understand it are bits and pieces of thoughts, feelings, and memories blended into single narratives. Those narratives may be lucid or vague, and can be coherent or not. I never believed that dreams are messages from the other side because I’ve never had them. To me, there are more like movies made up at random by my brain.

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Last night I found out my phone service was barred from making outgoing calls and messages because I had forgotten to pay my bill. I called the service line of my phone company but the department that deals with accounts has closed.

I felt powerless.

Plus you all know how I’ve been “lacking it“.

So I had a dream last night and it revolved around those two things. And here’s how it went…

An ex-girlfriend has called me out for lunch out of the blue. I went to the restaurant and saw her colleagues. I asked them where she was and they said that they didn’t know. I instinctly reached for my phone to realise I don’t have it on me. “Never mind,” I thought. I’d just get her number from one of her colleagues and call from a payphone.

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But, not a single one of them has her number. I wondered out loud how do they get in touch with her then. One of them then said, she lives in the hotel near their office, “Maybe you could try there.”

I then turn to the rest of them to say thanks and bye when one of them said to me, “Hurry she’s horny.” I smiled and got excited.

I ran to the hotel and to the front desk. I was just about to ask them to put me through to her room when it hit me: I don’t remember her name.

Then I woke up.

It kinda makes sense, doesn’t it? I feel incapacitated and vulnerable without my phone plus I’m sexually frustrated. I mean, in the dream I almost got to the end goal except I couldn’t remember her name and was therefore denied the reward. Now that’s frustration.

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