Massage Therapy

I just woke up. Someone who I'd been texting with last night fell asleep.
They texted me back when they woke up and it woke me up.
Well that and then I got the urge to write.
About a dream I had.

The part that I remember was being at my friend's house.
He'd moved again because it was a different house.
He's moved a bunch of times since I've known him in the last 5 years.
In the dream he acquired another cat, another black cat. He already has 4 cats.
Two of the cats are kittens of one of the other two cats.
He used to have more cats.

Anyway, my friend had two friends over, two guys.
There was alcholol involved. They were drinking.
My friend had poured me a glass of beer forgetting that I no longer drink.
So I gave it back and one of his friends wanted to do something
so he was passing out ideas for things to do
and for whatever reason massage came to mind.
He was saying "Massage has got to happen."
Which didn't happen.
My friend suggested that they call up someone to come over.
Then one of the two guys got up and left. Just like that.
Was like he'd rather leave than be in the same room as us.
That's when I woke up. I don't know why I felt the need to write it.
It was a pretty uneventful dream.

Probably because in real life I would have had a reaction
to the dude walking out. Like he had better things to do.
Like we weren't good enough company. I didn't care.

Also because I don't know where 'massage' came from.
I had actually considered taking Massage Therapy years ago.
Often, I wish I had. I guess I could go back and do it, perhaps.
It was an odd thing to come up because I haven't given one
or gotten one in a really long time.

And the beer... I rarely dream about beer anymore.
When I first quit drinking, I used to have 'drinking dreams.' Was so weird.
Back when I met my friend, we both used to drink.
We drank together a few times. Then, when I quit,
he drank in front of me a few times. I wasn't offended,
it was just hard at the time. To see others drink when I was quitting.
Then there were people who only thought about me when they were drinking.
Because it was like I was only good enough to be a 'drinking buddy.'
When I quit drinking, they stopped calling.
Like it was boring to hang out with someone who doesn't drink.

Also, I was different when I drank. I was free. I was able to actually talk,
but people seemed to listen to me, too. I was able to crack the jokes,
I could 'relax' and have a 'good time.' Until I started getting emotional.
Then the 'fun' stopped. And I had a hard time reigning my emotions.
Like harder than when I'm sober.

So I've just been having weird dreams, as usual.
The one before that was about a wedding and my ex was there.
We got stuck in an elevator together. Otherwise he wouldn't talk to me.

I feel weird when I just wake up. I don't like it.
My stomach does weird stuff and my head is 'foggy.'
Maybe I should go back to sleep for a little while.