I had a strange dream.
I remember in the dream I saw my friend try to touch the girl I loved inappropriately. The amount of anger I felt in the dream did not feel like my own.
Actually, the body in the dream was not mine. I was not sure if I was even dreaming.
I ripped away the girl and the guy, telling him threateningly that I'll rip off his hands from his body if he ever tries to touch her or any other girl without their permission. I remember my weight on her body and how she arched her back against it. How I wished I could touch her again.
I was not sure whose these thoughts were because this dream did not feel like it was mine; it felt like someone else's memories and feelings.
Waking up in my own bed was weird, to say the least. The last thing I remembered was passing out in the woods. Pretty dramatic step. I should not have gone in there unprepared. I did not know anything about how the vision worked.
My grandma was the expert, not me. I missed her so goddamn much, and I knew she would have done hell better at this.