A Night Of Stories

I had too many dreams with too much meaning last night.
I feel overwhelmed.
Well, the first one was good.
I was at work, my second job.
One of the co-workers & I were having our little moments that I usually spend the rest of the day replaying back in my head.
Then it switched, and I had a reoccurring dream.
I've had this dream, I wanna say, 5 times before?
It's about my grandma.
They somehow brought her back to life & I knew about it.
She was brought back to life for a few months,
and when she was right back to her deathbed,
I'd look at her and cry.
Because I didn't spend as much time as I should've with her.
Even given a second chance at life with her in it, I didn't take full advantage of it.
And I felt like a horrible person.
I felt like I let her, God and myself down.
And in these dreams, I'm always crying. I always wake up crying.
Last night's dream, I was rubbing the side of my grandma's face,
combing her hair behind her ears with my hands.
And all she'd say is "Its okay baby"
...I woke up and wiped my face off. Got a drink of water & fell back asleep.
So my mind drifts off into a different area of my life.
In this one, my ex calls me.
I don't know why I answered him, but then again I don't know why I ever have before either.
So I answer, he finds his way passed my short words & obvious attitude,
like he always does.
Its our history that allows him to do that.
And its my mind that doesn't let him get far.
He told me to come to Las Vegas that weekend.
He said "My girlfriend Caitlyn is okay with it"
That bothered me, and I told him I wasn't gonna go.
I was sitting on the corner of my old old old house off of Rocky Road Ave.
All I could think about was how much I hate what he did to me emotionally.
And how the places I'm in are too routine sometimes.
I woke up, Pluto was licking my cheek.
Cats have rough tongues.

I'm gonna get ready for work, Panda Wok.
Today is my last day on the job.
I call it the second big move I made for myself.
Life is so weird.