He was in My Dream ... Again

Last night, I had a dream where I screamed at Brian, asking him why he was leaving me. The dream broke to the scene where I saw myself at a strange sterile-looking electronic store with row after row of white boxy counters that came up to my hips that had electronic items placed on top. Now to think of it, in the dream I must have been about 4 inches taller than I am in real life, and the counters must have been oddly short. I was convinced that he was hiding behind the impossibly short counters (perhaps a sign of me assuming that he is desperately hiding), so I went on a rampage, crushing any electronic product I came across with a downward thrust of my right elbow. The result was gadgets with crater imprints of my elbow's wrath. I guess I have a powerful elbow.

But after crushing nearly everything, I realized that he just wasn't there. He'd left long ago. Suddenly, a strange sense of sadness and a despairing frustration came over me:

I realized that no matter what, I'll never find out.

That was when I woke up, heavy, knowing that he will never come to me with an apology and explanation of why he treated me so badly at the end.