Just woke up on the floor, after falling out of bed, startled from a nightmare wherein my mother attempted to conduct a proposal-viewing during the wedding reception for my brother.
Guy turns out to be an asshat. Thinks it’s all good and going down, then proceeds to follow me
around in our house (not the flat we currently live in, but some behemoth of a house), snooping in my room, and hassling me. I woke up at the point where he blocks the toilet by attempting to flush down an empty tissue box, after repeatedly ignoring my instructions not to do so.
My brain is weird, I’ll give you that.