I had a nightmare last night.

I was going to meet her.

She had invited me to her house a couple of times. Her and her ex husband were more like roommates.

At first I thought it was weird. I always felt like s third wheel. But they were both living in America and they were the only ones that knew each other. It seemed logical. Dreams are funny.

Each time I went to the house I was very respectful. He would know I was there in her room. He would simply knock and she would walk out. I never did anything with her in the house. It just seemed an odd thing to do.

We always had a great time and I felt a little pang of jealousy when I had to bring her home to stay.

The apartment was much larger and nicer than she had let on to be and when we went there I never much paid attention to the routes or address.

One day she asked if I would come and spend the weekend there. I was a little scared of this idea but since I had been there many times and she explained that her ex was out of town, I thought it might be ok.

I packed a small bag and she picked me up. Again, I was so fixated on her during the trip that I didn’t pay attention.

She had told me her ex was struggling with some problem earlier and asked if I could help her fix it together.

I said “no problem” with a smile. I got to her room and we both quietly worked on different things. Me trying to understand the problem in front of me and her laying on her bed reading something.

When I first arrived I had changed into a pair of shorts since it was a little warm and best to relax and work on problems when comfortable.

I remember, I was laying on my stomach and staring at this problem. The dream didn’t allow me to see clearly the problem. Funny thing about dreams.

Then, all of a sudden, the door opens up. There was a blue dress skirt hanging on a hook. He stuck his head first through the opening and then his entire body came through.

I guess he must had thought she was not home or alone because we were not making any sounds.

In previous visits, he would just knock. This time he came in.

He saw me. It was a clumsy exchange of words. Our first actually. The first time we saw and acknowledged each other.

“Ah…oh…um hello…sorry…um….” he managed to say. I was impressed that he tried to use English for me.

He then quickly hid his face behind the blue skirt as if embarrassed or the reality of life hit him. He just didn’t want to see me.

I was in shock. What do I do? What do I say? Man, this moment sucked.

He dropped the skirt from his face and looked directly at me laying on the floor in shorts. His eyes burned hatred.

I was there dressed in regular gym shorts. I was a bit informal and not proud of my legs. He just glared at me.

Still my mind was racing. What should I say? Are we going to fight? Shouldn’t I be standing for this fight?

“Hello. How are you?…” I had some silly surprised grin on my face. It was all forced. How could I be natural like this?

He quickly vanished out the door and I heard another door slam shut.

She runs after him. I hear yelling and crying. I feel like shit now.

My mind starts to clear a bit and I come back to reality. I start to change my clothes but just as that happens she comes in with another woman who is holding her.

She (Mia) is crying uncontrollably and says “I am sorry you have to leave this house now.”

I silently nod as I am looking at the floor.

I feel bad. Who’s the woman with her?! Where did she come from? Thoughts start racing through my mind.

The woman sensing my confusion says “I am a friend of the family. I think you should leave.”

A friend of the “family” runs through my mind.

“Yea, I think so too. I’m going to get dressed and split. Sorry for the trouble” I said with my gym shorts around my ankles. I felt so stupid.

They both leave the room.

I start to move into her closet to try and get dressed. I hear more talking. I hear some yelling. I hear Mia crying.

The damn closet was too small. I couldn’t get my pants on in there so I am searching for a different place to get dressed.

I creep out of her room and start to look for a different place and I find another bedroom with a bigger closet and I shoot in there. I am not sure why I needed a closet.

Along the way, I see a bunch of guys milling around the living room with boxes.

I remember she said he was going back to China soon. So maybe these were his friends deciding to help out.

I am in panic mode. I manage to get my black jeans on and then had a hard time putting my belt through the loops and buckling it. It just took a super long time.

A Chinese woman with short hair and tattoos comes into the room. She looks at me. Not friendly but not angry. Seemed indifferent to me. She grabs me and looks at my arms and says “Nice tattoos…”.

“Yes. Thank you.” I answered back. I was hoping for one ally in this house. A way to break the ice.

She looked around the bedroom and then turned to me “You need to get out of here quickly. She (Mia) has never been in this room before. It’s an insult you are in his bedroom.”

I look around in horror. It suddenly hit me. This was his bedroom! Shit!

Wait, did she just say that Mia has never entered this room?

At that moment I suddenly felt a deep appreciation and love for Mia.

I was longing for her. I missed her terribly. Where was she? Was she ok? Was she thinking about me?

“Hurry! I will get you out of the house safely!” She said.

I start to rush to find my things and we end up at a shuttle bus stop.

“You have a back tattoo?” The tattooed girl asked me once we were outside.

“Yea I do” I replied back. Still wanting an ally and more information about Mia. Is she ok? What’s going to happen?

I tried to contact her on the phone but she wasn’t picking up.

“Let me see it please?” She said and started to pull my shirt over my head.

She undid my pants to look at the lower part of my butt, where the tattoo ends, and I started to get nervous. I am standing there shirtless and with my jeans down. Realizing that I am outside half naked, I start to smile like an idiot.

She went around in front of me and stood with another man who was with a group of Chinese people. Some of them I think I remembered from the house. She smiled and gave me a “thumbs up” sign and they boarded a shuttle and left me there.

Another shuttle was coming and I had barely enough time to pull my jeans up. Redo the belt and out my shirt on.

I jumped on the bus and it started to move.

I felt in my back pocket and my phone was gone! I must have dropped it! Was it in my bag?

I started to search frantically. I couldn’t find it anywhere on the bus. I couldn’t even find my bag!

I was in such a rush to get out of the house and then distracted by the woman that I never figured out what was happening.

They were his friends and they wanted to cause me a little trouble. A little revenge on the guy who was in his house with his ex wife. An insult to him.

I was lost. I had no phone, no bag, no wallet and I was whisked away from the house and couldn’t see Mia.

What if she thinks I abandon her? How could I tell her? I didn’t have a phone. What if this not really what I thought it was. What if she was just handling the situation but his friends interfered.

I was confused, sad and I just sat there and cried…

then I woke up.