Andy had been gone for so long that Lena was starting to realize how truly lonely it was to spend your nights all by yourself, and sleeping next to a cold, empty spot. She fell asleep that night imagining Andy next to her, his forehead pressed against hers, their legs tangled up under the blankets and his hand protectively covering her own. She dreamed of breathing in his stale cologne and listening to the soft sound of his own breathing.

That night, she had a dream about him. They sat on opposite ends of his couch downstairs, sharing one big, brown blanket. Andy pulled his shirt off without warning, and threw it to the floor. Lena looked at him with curiosity. She unhooked her bra, and dropped it to the floor with Andy's shirt. One by one, they took different clothing items off until they were both bare under the blanket. They looked at one another with no intention of making sexual advances. They just sat there under the blanket, looking at each other. Lena could feel herself beginning to grow embarrassed, and she could see Andy was feeling the same way. She grabbed her t-shirt and underwear and slipped them on quickly, making herself feel more comfortable. Andy did the same, and smiled at her as he stood up and walked away into the kitchen.

The next day, still in her dream world, she saw Andy but this time, he looked distressed.

Lena, we can't do this anymore. I don't think it's going to work out, despite last night and everything

When she woke up, she was looking into a pair of familiar blue eyes.

"Good morning." Andy smiled and hugged her close to him.

Lena pulled away from him. "Wait, is this real? You're not supposed to be home for another 3 days!" She grinned, not believing that her love was laying beside her at that very moment.

"If it wasn't real, could I do this?" He leaned in and kissed her lips gently, letting his tongue glide across the width of her bottom lip before pulling back to look at her starstruck face. He smiled, laughing slightly at her stunned reaction to his sudden arrival. "I'll go make us some breakfast." He got up and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Lena sat up, running a hand through her tangled mass of hair, trying to make sense of everything that had happened within the last eleven hours of her life. She leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed her laptop that she kept next to her side of the bed on the floor. With Andy gone, she had no choice but to let the internet take over her life at night.

She did a search for dream interpreter websites and came up with a few good ones.
Desperately searching for an answer, she tried all different keywords in the hope of coming up with some sort of answer.

To see someone undressing or naked in your dream denotes that you are comfortable with that person. You're able to be your complete self with that person, without worrying about what they're going to think. This person has given their entire selves over to you and trust you enough to show who they truly are underneath everything.

She looked up rejection and found that she lacks self worth. To be rejected by a lover meant she is rejecting a part of who she is.

It was a lot to take in and it wasn't even guaranteed that any of that was real. After all, it was just a stupid website most likely intended for fun and entertainment rather than actual analysis of dreams.

"Lena?" Andy called.

Lena closed the laptop and slid it to the end of the bed, jumping off the mattress and hurrying downstairs to join Andy in a breakfast that was most likely going to end in an awkward disaster.

Notes

I'll do shout outs when I'm not lazy I promise I just really wanna watch the hangover idk