Whatever.

Apparently, in order to save changes to... stuff, your whole... stuff needs to be published. Stuff. Meaning that there's no real feasible way to keep private entries. How disappointing. Well, no matter. Too tired for caring. This one is boring, anyway. It's one'a those dream entries. People skip those anyway.

So, this was Monday morning. (I think) I'm at Bud's (my sister's), although it's all different and big. Much more rustic looking. And lots of people were there, including WDers, and parents. We went out to eat somewhere. I got the distinct impression that Bud was mad at me, as she was being all avoidant or snippy to my direction. And so was Christine. And I came back to a room in the house, where someone was on a couch, but didn't say anything, and I started getting all upset and cry-y that Christine was pissed off at me. And then she came in the room while I was crying and told me that she wasn't upset with me at all, and started crying and hugged me.

Then the main part happened - the phone rang. It was the Boy. Upset and apologetic. And I feel directly into the role of sympathetic girlfriend. I called him sweetie. I told him not to worry about it. I said it was okay. And I was very happy. But he didn't want to get back together. Not per se. But it was the conversation that I've been longing to have. The one where he tells me what's wrong, and I tell him why that's not important, or what is important, and I fix it. And the phone kept going in and out. And he would sound all soft, and I couldn't understand most of what he was saying. And I started getting more and more upset, and telling him to repeat things and saying "I can't hear you!" It was making me incredibly panick-stricken.

And this went on for a while. Like my brain was trying to hold on to talking to him, but everything around me kept interferring with my phone call. Then someone told my mother, Bud, and some other people in the kitchen that I was on the phone, and getting upset. And so they all managed to get on the line (it's a dream phone, they can do that) and yelling and demanding to know who was on the other end. And my heart sank. And they started screaming very harsh things at the boy, and I was bawling and yelling at them all to shut up, and the noise just kept drowning him out, and drowning me out, and I was trying to tell him not to listen to them, that they weren't speaking for me, and finally I just panicked and ended the connection.

I took a couple minutes to calm myself down, and the only thing I could think was "Call him back. Right now." But then before I could, the dream ended.

Blahhh.