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I had this horrible horrible dream last night. It was so painful that it woke me up to the physical pain of it in real life but I couldn't get out of the dream. I knew I was dreaming and for some reason this time it made it even worse.
There are days I hate my dreams rather than my usual loving them. My dreams are vivid, so vivid sometimes that I feel as though they and not the real life I live are real. I can always separate the two upon coming fully awake which is sometimes sad because the places I visit can be so heatbreakingly beautiful and perfect. And like this morning it is wonderful to wake up and separate myself from them. The vividness of this dream hurt like someone stabbing me through the heart. It is still, 3 hours later, too vivid to make me want to talk about it in detail.
Let's just say I don't want to lose someone that way... ever.
There are days I hate my dreams rather than my usual loving them. My dreams are vivid, so vivid sometimes that I feel as though they and not the real life I live are real. I can always separate the two upon coming fully awake which is sometimes sad because the places I visit can be so heatbreakingly beautiful and perfect. And like this morning it is wonderful to wake up and separate myself from them. The vividness of this dream hurt like someone stabbing me through the heart. It is still, 3 hours later, too vivid to make me want to talk about it in detail.
Let's just say I don't want to lose someone that way... ever.