Electronic Adulterer

I've been having nightmares. The same reoccurring nightmare night after night after night. I wake up in the morning feeling heartbroken, and then immediately relieved because the Chief has sent me one of his creatively delicious good morning text messages.

The nightmare consists of his ex. Who played a huge role in his life. I had a man-whore friend who once gave me a very important piece of advice, although he claimed he was the exception, he told me that a person never forgets their first.Some are fortunate enough to get over their first, move on, and find a second who is much, much better than the first, but you never forget them. The Ex was the Chief's first. First everything. First real kiss, first real girlfriend, first sleepover, first out of town trip, first everything foreplay and first fuck. I remember mine, but mostly with hate and disdain. Regardless, I understand how hard it is to get over someone and move on. And the Chief has. He assures me that the Ex had her chance, screwed up and its now her loss. He doesn't love her, and he's over her completely. He loves me now. And loves what we do, and how we are together. I find this both less than and greatly reassuring.

The nightmare? I can see the Ex's name flashing on the screen of his ghetto phone, telling him she's coming in to town for the weekend. Fast forward.The Ex is asleep in MY bed with the Chief. He is holding her closely, and it's storming outside. He's whispering to her about how much he loves "storm cuddles" with her, and would rather be curled up with her in a storm than anyone else. She nestles closer, and he kisses her. The thunder is rolling and the rain is making it's pitter-patter sound against the house. He tells her how much he has missed her, and how glad he is that she came into town to visit with him. Then it rewinds to them sitting at our favorite restaurant, in our favorite both eating our favorite dessert. She's sipping my White Peach Bellini, and he's telling her how much he has missed their long conversations. Then it fast forwards back to MY bedroom. He's telling her how much he's missed their late night conversations, and how much he's missed the way she felt. Then he fucks her. in MY bed. I can still see her name flashing on his cell phone screen.

Ironically we played the Game of Life on the 3 hour drive to the lake, and it turns out the Chief is a dirty, dirty electronic adulterer. He is married to both my character and another woman. This does not make the dream any better. 

I also dreamed his mother threw me a bridal shower and we aren't anywhere close to engaged. He was playing COD: W@W or something long winded like that, in the middle of the living room where his mother's friends and having tea. Then his best friend shows up in a beat up pick up truck and they go pick up trash to see how much junk can fit in the back of an old pick up.

. One of these nights I am going to buy myself a dream dictionary and figure out what all this bizarre imagery means.