I didn’t get a lot of sleep, but one of the more vivid dreams was a short scene where I was living with Warren* and we got in some stupid fight that was really just both of us dealing with stress, anxiety, and depression. He was mildly verbally abusive due to his mood issues and I took it hard because it was during a depression week. He was mad because the house was a mess. So I started cleaning up crap that we hadn’t gone through, starting with a cloth tote bag with a ton of unicorn-themed toys (he collected these in the dream). I also found a bunch of my old Garfield stuff in the bag. I remember thinking about how nothing really changes and that I’ve gone through this before.
* Name was changed.
Note: I’ve been having so many unicorns in my dreams, it’s getting ridiculous. However, they’ve been all really cute, so I’m not really complaining.