I think I'm Paranoid~

He still calls me Jamie-o

I had another weird dream with him in it. He was still a bit of a jerk, so at least that was accurate.
But then there was there was his cheek pressed to mine. Then his lips pressed to my cheek.
What the fuck?

I was fine most of the day. Sometimes I'd remember the dream. Fucking weird. But was distracted by work.
The last 15 minutes of my shift was... awkward.
(The word Awkward is awkward.)
He was walking around the store. Around the same general area of where I was doing re-shops.
My brain is a masochist.
(Try not to freak out)
Maybe he knew... something. I don't know.
(The lack of sleep has made me paranoid)
Maybe he was suspicious.
...
The nickname amuses me. Even if it is stupid.

Dream

Sometimes, for whatever reason, I remember a dream I had so many years ago. Sometime maybe when I was a teenager.
In the dream, I had a daughter. I'd gone into the bathroom because my nose was starting to bleed and I didn't want her to see it. I was looking into the mirror, and when I turned towards the door, there was this 5 or 6 year old girl. Her hair was black, her eyes a beautiful shade of blue. She had such a serious look on her face. Her name was Rebecca. Becca.
My smart, serious daughter.
And she held out a tissue to me.

I don't know why I still remember that dream. I don't know why I remembered it tonight.