so we were staying at your house and i don’t know why. i don’t remember much about the dream except that your grandfather, whom i have never met was there, and i can’t get him out of my head. he was an unhappy, formidable looking man. you said something to me, and i keep trying to make the words replay in my head but they refuse too, all i know is that they made me angry and we stopped talking. i remember packing up my stuff to leave, because i didn’t want to be around you anymore. you didn’t know i was angry, even though you probably should have, because i remember thinking that. you tried to give me a pat on the back, and i pushed your arm away and said “don’t touch me ever again. keep your hands off of me.” you looked hurt, but you left the room anyway, and i momentarily felt free. and then suddenly we were in a different room, like a room for a formal event, except everyone was dressed normally. i kept trying to find peter but i was surrounded by guys in his fraternity and they were all wearing jerseys and i couldn’t tell which one was him. i was still mad at you, but i couldn’t remember why anymore.all i knew was that i was blatantly ignoring you. and then i was pulled away to help load hospital supplies into an ambulance. and then the phone rang and i woke up in my bed next to tater. i wish you would stop haunting me.