In the former dream, I was nervously on the phone with this guy, whom I once was so involved with. The night before, I dreamt of another him. This time he was affectionate towards me, much more than he did in reality. I brought him to meet my friends, in a second, he totally transformed into another person. To his dad. This is weird!
Liking someone and not receiving affection in return is like feeding raw meat to a pet tiger. It'll bite you hard in the end.
My quote of the night: Spilled milk can never be collected back. Even if you do, it is not suitable for consumption anymore. Buy a new packet. And note the expiry date!
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