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Dreaming again.
I was not a fan of this dream. In this dream I was moving on. I met someone new, and he was a lot like Micah in some ways. At one point he made moccasins out of a burrito sized tortillas. (I'm not entirely sure how that worked.  Dreams are weird.)  But anyway,  there were these kids there that had helped me with my overturned canoe, and I was introducing them. I introduced the one as Chris, but as I turned to the other, the guy said, "then, you must be Micah." the boys darted a glance at me, and said, "no, that was her ex."  And I woke up, because I couldn't have this dream. Every bit of me rejected it.
As I lay there dozing in and out of sleep, I realized I had woken up in "dangerous" mood. Replaying memories in my head of love. The look on his face, when I would open my eyes. How there was no comparison between him and the others that had come before him. The love that was there.
I'm not really surprised that it has cycled to this part. I was missing him excruciatingly yesterday. I had pizza for dinner, hadn't had pizza since I was there with him. I had had a gallon of water in my car, and as I finished it, I noticed the label was a brand called "Mt Olympus". Our inside joke.

And so the saga of my life continues. Day off of work today, wonder how I'll fill it.