Smashed flowers

Regis's reaction to my awful dream: Terry, c'est un nom de garcon, non? [Isn't Terry a guy's name?] .. obviously he missed the point.

Me: You sent me some smashed flowers, too.

Regis: [laughs for about 5 minutes] But I would never send you smashed flowers!

Typical.. because what I was most worried about after the dream was getting smashed flowers in the mail.

First nightmare?

Last night I had an awful dream. It was like I'd been punched in the gut, I may have actually been crying in my sleep. In my dream Regis stopped returning my calls and then my mom found some smashed roses and a card outside our house. The card related how he had met a 36-year old American girl named Terry who was a journalist, and she was ready to move in with him and start on his 4 year plan to change his life (I don't believe he has one at this point). Anyways, the gist was that he was leaving me and never wanted to speak to me again. It felt so real, too.

I think maybe this stemmed from when another French guy broke up with me suddenly during winter break one year, when we were still across the ocean from each other. I really did not see that one coming, even more so than I might possibly ever expect it from Regis! Anyways, I was glad to wake up and realize it was just a dream, but still, I can't wait till Regis is done with classes today so I can make sure he didn't meet a 36 yr old American named Terry the journalist.