It starts with this guy from work. I think he's cute, and he's a really nice guy, but I get the impression that since I (thankfully) don't look like a model from an Ambercrombie and Fitch catalog that I don't stand a chance in hell with him. Ah, well...still nice to look at.
Anyway, in my dream, I end up going to his apartment because he's having problems with his computer. When I boot up his machine, I notice that his wallpaper is a picture...of Jason. And it's a picture I'd never seen before.
That in and of itself should have clued me in to the unreality of the situation. Jason HATES having his picture taken. But my subconcious was firmly in the driver's seat.
Anyway, he explains how Jason is coming to Atlanta to see him that night (which should have been another clue it was a dream, he wouldn't come here unless he absolutely had to, too much humidity) and invited me to come along.
I don't remember too many details of what happened next. But I do remember we went out to eat, we went out to a club and we went some other place and the entire time, I was the proverbial 5th wheel. They were so into each other that they ignored me entirely. Not the "you don't exist" kind of ignore, but more along the lines of "you're just part of the scenery" type of ignore. I've had that feeling way too many times in real life and I can't stand it. I don't need it horning in on my dreams, let me tell you.
We ended up going back to Avery's (the guy from work) place and they immediately headed for the bedroom, shut the door and left me there on the couch. That's when I woke up.
Let's see...the one my heart still yearns for and a guy I find fairly attractive get together, go off to have wild monkey sex and leave me to squat and rot. No. I am NOT in my happy place.