My Text-Posts Won't Do.

Let me explain in detail what my dream was last night. Well, the part that matters anyway.

We were in a school, the lights bright, the floors a pristine hospital-white. There were multiple floors and somehow there was an escalator. I was with him, but I didn't realize it. I was with him and a few other people I know by name but not by heart.
They gathered by the moving stairs and my heart hammered in my chest. Fear surged through my veins and soon it was only me and him at the bottom of the case.
He looked up at me, and I over at him. He waited for me to go, but I waved him on. That was courteous right? I didn't know. Waiting for him to be a few up, I got on. Shaking but standing as still as possible otherwise, I wished for the ride to end.
He turned and looked at me, his dark hair crawling over his face, and said, "I'm sorry."
My heart dropped and my jaw tried to match because I never thought you'd say it. I stared down at my quaking hands before I glimpsed sideways and said, "Me too."\

Then, opening my eyes into my pillow, I forgot it all until I had checked my phone and then my Facebook and read the statuses there. Knowing who hers could have been about, the dream slammed itself back into my head and I nearly screamed with the force of it.

Things like this shouldn't happen to me. Shouldn't happen at all.