I get a weird pit in my stomach when certain songs pop up on Pandora, or when I watch an episode of an anime series that really resonates with me. And while I do happen to have some sort of stomach bug at the moment, I don’t think that’s what it is.
I am going to admit right here that the dreams actually started before my husband ran into him in town the other day. “Oh cool, did you get his updated contact info?” “Uh, no.” If you think it’s weird that I would expect my husband to ask my ex for his phone number, so we can call him and make plans, it’s not. You need to understand our shared history and the high school environment we grew up in. Maybe it was just our culture or the way things were back then, but in that circle, it was pretty normal to get involved with someone, drift for a while, be friends again later, date other people in that same circle, etc. Even the relationships/trysts that ended really, really badly eventually became somewhat normal and serene again, with time. If you ended up never talking to the other person again, it was more likely due to normal drifting apart, rather than an extremely bad falling out. So I would have totally expected my husband to be all like, “dude, where have you been, bro?” and for that other guy to be all like, “hey man, just hanging out and shit.” Because that is totally how guys talk to each other, in my imagination.