So before I get to the point I'll give you a little background. There's a girl I used to orbit way back - let's call her Sam. Sam and I had your typical planet-orbit relationship. I was a beta so I assumed attraction. I tried to make her 'see' that attraction by being close to her, providing validation to her - hell one time I even answered a call she made to me at 2AM crying to me about the guy she was dating (pathetic I know).

At some point I decided that it wasn't worth it. This was before finding TRP though so it wasn't a conscious realization of her ways inasmuch as it was just me thinking I'd never have a shot - the thought now makes me laugh. Anyway we lost contact for a while and each did our own thing. She would hit me up from time to time to tell me about her life, her new boyfriend and somewhere in the mix tell me things like 'hurry up and set your life up so we can get married'.

If there's ever a time a woman has been honest with me, it was then. She clearly thought of me as nothing more than a BB though at the time I was too blind to see it. But I digress.

At some point a few months ago I found this sub and swallowed the pill. The rest, as they say, is history. Switched my game up, became better and am honestly starting to love my life. Meanwhile though Sam would still try to contact me. However because of my new found knowledge, this time I knew exactly what she was fishing for so if I did bother to respond at all, my responses would be below the bare minimum. Cue the messages about how much of an asshole I've become, how I've changed and she doesn't like it, how she wishes things were the way they were. Messages that I deleted as soon as I read.

Only an hour ago she sent me a text. This is the general flow of it

Sam: OMG I had a weird dream about you the other day

Me: Wet dream

Sam: Hahaha

Sam: Yea something like that

Me: Good

Sam: Haha yea

Sam: But not quite

Me: Ok

Sam: *Smiley face

I just read the message and then deleted the thread. I've got no time for these games anymore. I know she'll blow up my phone shortly but honestly, I couldn't care less. Which brings me to this post.

The whole 'I had a dream about you' TM is one of the oldest tricks in the book women use to try and bring back a beta into orbit or try and reestablish frame. In my BP days I would have been flattered to be the object of a girls dreams. My ego would be stroked by thought of being the 'man of her dreams' TM. Now though? I don't give a fuck. Why? Because dreams are just that - dreams.

They mean nothing in the real world, especially when they come from an ex-planet. Now I see the 'I had a dream about you' TM for what it is: a tool to keep beta men trapped in orbit. To those of you freeing yourselves from the ignorance of the blue pill, I will say this: your ex-planets will try to get you back in orbit; they will try to make you feel guilty about not giving a fuck; they will tell you they 'had a dream about you' TM.

Don't. Fucking. Fall. For. It. Not even once. I've had two ex-planets tell me this exact same thing in almost as many months (check my post history if you want to verify). That alone is enough to tell me that not only are AWALT, but they also speak the same fucking language. As a swallower of TRP you can now see this language. Consequently you owe it to yourself not to fall for this bullshit. Because dreams are exactly what the name implies - dreams.

TL;DR: ex-planet texts me saying she 'had a dream about me'TM. After swallowing TRP I can see through the bullshit and now laugh to myself about it.