So, I had this dream last night that my ex boyfriend was with me and we were in various taxing situations. Our car got stuck in my parents neighborhood and we ended up in this strange house helping move a table. During this time in the house, he told me everything I did wrong. (He insists that during our relationship I was nothing but kind, loving and patient.) I had such tremendous guilt and regret. I was holding, at one point, a small piece of quartz. Then it was much larger, bigger than both of my palms put together. I broke the rock in half, as it seemed to have a cleave mark down the center. Inside the agate was a soft mud-like, gritty center, that was still pink, but a deeper, almost bloody color. Thoughts?
I have been praying daily that he comes back to me. So, he is constantly on my mind, but this is the first dream of him that I remember having since the break up two months ago.