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Day 332

Dreaming in Estepona

I had the strangest dream last night:

I was walking in the streets of Estepona, just wandering around and admiring the flower pots along all the walls and the greenery and colours. It was marvelous.

I met this guy, tall, dark hair that was quite long, with a beard under his jaw. He smiled so sweetly that when he took my hand and kissed it, I didn't scare - I smiled back.

We walked hand in hand down the streets and admired the beautiful town together, not a word betwixt us. I spotted my ex then, psych'o'sullivan, and I began to recoil, pulling my new friend's hand in the opposite direction, as psycho walks towards us.

He sees my fear, pulls me close, kisses my forehead and leaves me, walking towards psycho. From my point of view, I don't see what's going on or hear what is said, but psycho eventually leaves and this new man comes back to me, takes my hand in his warmth and we continue walking the streets.

I have no idea why I dreamt this or who the man is. He reminds me of a few people, but I can't put my finger on it. Does this mean anything?

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