You know what really sucks? Having dreams about your ex-girlfriend. Last night I had a dream about April. I have no idea where we were but we were in some house and alone. We were sitting together, talking and the like and she was being sorta flirty. This took me by surprise. What took me more by surprise was the fact that she asked me if I wanted to go down to Chicago with her for the weekend. I of course said yes, and then I remember we were suddenly at her house, but after we got there the dream ended. It's not the dream that I really hate, it's how I feel afterward. I wake up and remember that it's just me in my apartment, alone, and I'm upset because I wanted the dream to be real, because it seemed real and seemed so much like the way I remember things being. I loved going to April's house. While I think Chicago is just alright, just being at her house and hanging out was so much fun. I've been thinking about the dream all day (which is another reason I hate when this happens) and about how much I miss those times. They seem so long ago, and they were. But while I miss those times, I'm grateful I at least had them, or I would never have dreams like the one I had last night. And I suppose that's something to be thankful for.