Spent five hours and fiftytwo minutes in bed. Had a very bad night. Remember two dreams.
A woman was in love with a gay man (that woman was not me and i was not the man either). The other thing I remember was that after what appeared a long time she thought he would actually tell her that he loved her, they were meeting at a restaurant but the big thing he had to say was that he had met his soul mate, another man. I remember her trying to act normal then going. I also remember him being mean but it could of been because of him never hiding that he was gay all that time so him being fed up finally about it.
All I remember is that my next door neighbors at the left were in it.
