I had a strange dream about my ex. In it, he had gotten his life together and actually had a job and making his own money. He met a very young woman in her 20s and they fell in love and he started flaunting their relationship making sure I knew about it. (I didn’t care much).
It turned out she was a singer, and he discovered he could sing too (he can’t). They made a demo together and he wrote a big message on a wall: “we are entertainers now.”
Then he wrote a tell-all book about his life, painting me as the abuser.
I haven’t thought much about what this means yet. It doesn’t seem that important but maybe it is.
Other than that, my depression has lifted a little.