I dreamed that I was visiting Óscar. We found each other by happenstance, and I went to his house in Puebla. It had bunkbeds, similar to Eibar's house. I changed my bottom and when I put my bum on the bed the sheet stuck to my ass, so that when I stood up the sheet remained stuck in my bum. Óscar made fun of this in a demeaning way. I was going to let it pass, then considered a retort, and then remembered Jonathan:
You don't have to put up with other people's shit. You are free to leave at any time.
So I went up to him and said I was leaving, in an amicable way. I saw he was unsettled because he expected me to stay over, but he said goodbye too. I knew I did the right thing.