I woke up around 6am this morning and kind of drifted in and out of sleep for a little bit. I was in our room at the Four Seasons but the door was on the opposite side of the room and there was a guy wearing black slacks and a light blue button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He’d grabbed a black backpack and I wanted to turn my head and yell Sean! but I was laying on my tummy and was paralyzed. So here I am acknowledging this is freaky but I’m not in any real danger, maybe I just woke up too fast cause it’s like those night terrors without the terror part and my motor functions are just slow to start this time? I’m waiting for my ability to yell and move return. Sean!!!
I woke up and there was this lady in a blue polo shirt tucked in to khakis, she had long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and she had a cup on a saucer she was placing on my nightstand while saying things in French. I believe this was a cappuccino or latte or something in that area. I had no idea what she was saying or what was going on other than she mentioned something that sounded like baguette but brought things that resembled biscotti. You were still passed out next to me. She ended up leaving after setting these items down. Then Shaun was sitting on the ottoman by the gray chair with a black backpack by his feet and it was open but I couldn’t see what was in it. He was going off on some weird spiritual things like he’d found religion, without directly saying it. Then he started talking about how he regretted not dating me back in the day and I was thinking really, then said “can you please leave?” He kept talking about some epiphany and then I heard a voice behind me say “can you leave?” You’d apparently woken up listening to him going off and reinforced my request. He finally grabbed his bag to leave and then I woke up for real this time. At least I’d hope so, otherwise this entire day has been a long ass dream or I’m in some hotel version of Groundhog Day.