This confused me a bit. I was hanging out with the family at some relative's home. We were just getting everything together to either go out or head home. At one point my sisters and I were at a small stand getting fountain drinks for something. In the end we end up on a back porch sitting and talking.
From there things got horrifying for me. I was getting ready for something and I was in a car (one I should have recognized at once) waiting for the driver to get there. My ex gets in and acts like he had when we were first dating- lovey and attentive, but I'm recoiling and trying to get away because I know what happens and I know what I will go through if that relationship continues. At one point I'm in what looks like some sort of retail store, my brother is following with a group of his friends. I kept trying to tell them I knew it wouldn't work and that I should have gotten my stuff back. He gets confused and asks why. I end up telling him that I'm sure the dousch broke all my stuff I had left with him and I didn't have anything of his, because when we broke up I was in such a hurry to return it so I never had to see him again. So I guess even in sleep I'm still bothered by this guy, even years later when I kick myself for not remembering to take some of the things I had accidentally left at his house when we broke up.
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