Dream Journal
B had married Melody in the middle of the night. He and I were lying in bed, both of us naked under the covers. He told me that his shrink thought that he and Melody were a bad match. His psychologist thought that he and I were a much better match because we were best friends. B remarked that was funny, and I knew that he liked Melody better than me.
I was furious with him and told him to get out of the bed, out of the apartment. I told him to leave and not come back - he would not use me any more.
Themes: B