H and I have recently separated. Last night I dreamed I pulled my favourite singer then he dumped me. Then I went on holiday on my own, missed the flight and lost my luggage - I was going round and round this massive maze of an airport searching, a kind man offered to help and gave me a hug, DD was with H and was fine. Then I woke up.
Doesn't take a genius to figure out I'm finding the idea of life on my own a bit scary 🙄