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heatwave dreams

i think it's the heat, but man am i having strange dreams. Last night I dreamed that Dave and I were late to catch a plane. But I was in the back seat of the car and he and Sharon, yes- hereandnow Sharon, were in the front. They were totally having a good time, but leaving me out entirely. I was so hurt. So, we got the airport and they run ahead of me. We have to get to the check in, but I have to walk through all these seedy bars and Chili's-like restaurants first and im getting annoyed because the plane is going to leave in 10 minutes. I cant see them anymore. I finally find the check-in and I have to pay with Metro North coin dollar change. I run out to the tarmac (sp?) and Dave and Sharon are standing close together. I ask Dave if he's mad and me and he gives me a pissed off look. I ask him what I did, but he wont tell me. I beg him, but he says maybe he will tell me later. I'm crying and he doesnt seem to care and I'm very confused. And then I woke up. And I called Dave and told him about my dream and never to hide anything. All this in my creaky just-woke-up voice. :)

So, Dave calls me back this morning while I'm walking from the F train to the office. And we chat about this and that. And then he prefaces his next statements with "Okay, so Im totally happy with us so don't get mad. I just have a little confession." (Words we all love to hear!) And then says that he's been emailing old friends from college duing his night float this week. and he's was feeling very lonely as the only radiology resident in the big hospital during the nights this week. And his friends had asked him about Daria, I guess, and what he thought about her wedding. Daria is a college girlfriend of 2 years whom he lived with and thought he was going to marry. And then she cheated on him. So, anyway, Dave says he never felt bad about her new engagement, but this past week, it started to bother him a little bit. So, he was emailing his friends about how it bothered him and he was scared to tell me. But, he got brave and just told me. And, of course, I told him it was pretty natural to feel odd about one's first love marrying somone else. It's bittersweet and nostalgic and not comfortable at all. He said he was really relieved and surprised that I had taked it so well. I think he thought that I would see it as some sort of threat. But I love him, and I feel the same way about my ex. In fact, I think I'd have to spend some serious alone/ getting a grip time if I got wind of a wedding there. And not because I'm unhappy in my relationship. But just because.