I had a dream that Arun's name was Sandy. He was a footballer in my dream and had killed a man by mistake on the field.
Because of that he had strained relationships with everyone in the dream except with me and that I really love him in the dream.
I go to someone's house in the dream for some work. I realise that it's the sister of the person who died later.
Arun is very upset that I visited their house. Then we go to my house (that looks different) and we are in my bedroom making out.
As we are in the throes of it all I tell him people must have come back home and he should quietly leave and I'll join him.
I say I'll pack some food and we will have it later.
As I get out of the bedroom I see that the coast is clear but everyone is home and I signal Arun to leave but he wants some more time with me.
I go to pack our meal in the kitchen. I forget to pack fruits.
Then Ma starts screaming that how can Arun be there as she opens the bedroom door. Buro holds my hand trying to restrain me but finally let's go. Pa gets out of his room and shouts at me. But I'm defiant and me and Arun leave.
Outside we are still in love. I ask Arun if he has some money and he says yes. I say we should have soup together with our meal to which he says let's go sit some place nice and have soup. Then I woke up.
I can't, can't let myself keep thinking about my Arun. I love him. He's so cute. I wonder how he is. I hope Arun is able to see my messages for what they are and not overthink.
I'm never leaving him.
I am feeling:
A little heavy hearted
Loving
Loved
I am grateful for God's infinite love, Grace and blessings on my life.
Love,
Me.
8.15 am
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