I had a funny dream last night...
I was at a get together/event thingy. Exdp was there and came over to chat. There was still a mutual fondness and friendship between us, so all was fine. Chatting about dd, the weather etc.
Then, Porthos, my wannabe new boyfriend 
sidles up behind exdp, and starts doing his scary/threatening/fake smiley thing. Exdp carries on chatting in his usual weirdly oblivious way.
Porthos then puts a hand on exdp shoulder and starts doing that neck rubby, massage thing a little bit too firmly. All the while, leaning forward and muttering big 'fuck off' hints at exdp under his breath in a really scarily calm aggressive, fake friendly way.
Forwards in dream slightly....
I'm worried about exdp and looking around for him. I get the notion that he's chucked himself off the roof. I go running up about 100 flights of stairs, screaming 'Nooooo' at a level only dogs could hear.
When I look down, sure enough, there's a body, splat, on the ground.
I'm distraught and cry etc. feeling so sorry for exdp who had jumped because he was sad that things with dd and our friendly terms, had come to an end.
As it turns out though, exdp hadn't actually jumped, and showed up again later at the 'do'. It was some poor other sod on the pavement.
When I woke up and saw exdp this morning, I was relieved, if not feeling slightly protective towards him
So then analysers of dreams.... What does this mean???
...and did it have anything to do with reading the highly depressing 'there are no decent single men out there' thread last night, when couldn't sleep.
Mavis - I'd give that one a miss.