I dreamed about my ex-boyfriend, my first love, the other night. I was in a bedroom/motel room and he was there. We were a couple and he was going out of the room to do something. I became semi-lucid when he went to leave and grabbed his arm and begged him not to go. I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately and nuzzled his neck. He chuckled, not understanding my desperate protest, then walked out of the room.
I them turned around and someone else was there and the dream consumed me again. It was weird. I can’t get the dream out of my mind. I keep seeing him, seeing his face. He was happy in the dream. I worry I am invading his actual dreams. Sometimes I wish I could at will.