damn ex's in my dreams

So about 430am (yes, MORNING) I got a friend request on Facebook from John Saulka.

I deleted him from my Facebook a few months ago because he wouldn't stop commenting on every single thing I posted. It's okay to chime in once in awhile, but to barrage my every update, photo, what have you, is too close for comfort for me and immediately gets awarded the Stage 5 Clinger/Creeper award.

So when I got home from work, I responded to his request with a "Not now." Then Facebook gives me the option to say that I don't know this guy and that I can block him from sending me any more requests. So yes, I did this. He needs to let go of me. I'm tired of having to deal with the emotional aftermath and let it filter into my current and future relationships.

Sooo....had a dream about him. Ugh. It's a bit blurry, but from what I recall I had decided to accept his friend request. We were in some kind of house in the desert of Arizona or New Mexico. And because I decided to let him back in, he'd get a little too close to me and challenge my friendship - yes, I want to be friends, no, I don't want romance from you - why can't it just remain platonic? We were traveling with extraneous friends/family, and he was getting psycho - he'd hold onto my arm with a death grip, and it was really scaring me. I had to yell at him to let me go and that we weren't together! I became hysterical and felt like I was fighting for my life, things were becoming violent. Finally someone pulled him off me and drug him away, and I begun to panic soon as he left - my friends were telling me to get in the car and that we had to leave as soon as possible so he wouldn't be able to follow us/track us down.

Sometimes people go too far beyond your comfort zone - you give them an inch and they take a mile. This is a classic case. Thought he could be mature enough to just have a friendship with me, but he's a special case and took those signals as, "Oh! She wants me back!" No, not at all. Then I thought if I just kept him at arms length (via Facebook) it might be okay. He even controls my Facebook. He needs to learn his lesson, which he probably never will, but at least he won't have control or any say in my life anymore. No more friendship, I don't want that poison in my life. Good riddance.