Dream Journal
I was sitting on my couch and Melissa walked into the room from the hallway. She was holding a small tray of nail polish bottles. She sat down on my right. The tray was in front of me on the coffee table, but she also had it in on the back of the couch above my head.
She was looking through the colors, trying to find the one she wanted to show me. I saw in the tray on the table that there was a small bottle of Orangina, the drink. I picked it up and saw that it was half full.
I put it back and asked her what she had thought about it. She told me that she really didn’t like it all that much. Teasing, I said that she must really like it. She told me that she didn’t, and again I said that she loved it. More emphatically, she told me that she hates it.
I said, “So what you’re really trying to say is…” She hit me really hard on my bicep.
Themes: Melissa