The ex infiltrated my dreams again last night, except this time he was definitely the ex. We were at this awesome party on a cruise ship. Everyone I knew was there, people from high school, family, even people that I don't really know but recognized as someone I had met before. We kept trying to avoid each other at the party, but kept ending up in the same rooms mingling with the same people... I even went to the pool deck and tried to jump off the high dive to get away from the awkwardness. It was clear that we both wanted to talk to each other, but neither wanted to make the first move. I felt like I wasn't the one to break us up, so I shouldn't be the one to come forward, and I don't know what his reasoning was. At one point the dream switched gears and I was on an inner tube boat toy thing getting pulled behind a ski boat with some other people from the party, we each had our own tube, and I noticed he was on one too... We were all having a great time until I realized that my rope was stretching and fraying and I was falling farther and farther behind the ski boat and no one else noticed. Finally my rope broke and I had to swim back to the cruise ship (it wasn't that far away). When I reboarded the ship, my dad was waiting in the bar with a gin and tonic for me... he didn't offer any words of advice or ask me how I was doing, he just handed me the drink and we sat at the bar in silence.