I don't want to sleep now
I haven't told anyone this, but the uni counsellor thinks I'm depressed. She's also refered me to a psychiatrist, who will be more qualified.
Today is the first day I've believed her.
I'm so sad, absolutely heartbroken. All because of a dream.
I was in my old house in Norwood, I woke up in my old single bed, alarm blaring. I got up, put on my dressing gown and went out to the kitchen/dining/living area (big open area, it was nice.) The sun was streaming in the window, I could feel it warm on my face. I didn't have slippers on and I could feel the cool slate under my feet. I looked out to the living room and there was everything, exactly like it was, including my old dog's beanbag. I knew she was dead but I could see her body in the beanbag, and when I looked at her she woke up. I called out to her and she came over wagging her tail. I started to cry as I was patting her and hugging her because I was so happy that she was alive.
Then I woke up, heartbroken because it just a dream and it had seemed so real. I could feel her warm ears and fur and it was just a cruel trick of my subconcious. It could be that it's a month until the 5th anniversary of her death.
I don't know. Do normal people get this upset and down because of a dream?
Today is the first day I've believed her.
I'm so sad, absolutely heartbroken. All because of a dream.
I was in my old house in Norwood, I woke up in my old single bed, alarm blaring. I got up, put on my dressing gown and went out to the kitchen/dining/living area (big open area, it was nice.) The sun was streaming in the window, I could feel it warm on my face. I didn't have slippers on and I could feel the cool slate under my feet. I looked out to the living room and there was everything, exactly like it was, including my old dog's beanbag. I knew she was dead but I could see her body in the beanbag, and when I looked at her she woke up. I called out to her and she came over wagging her tail. I started to cry as I was patting her and hugging her because I was so happy that she was alive.
Then I woke up, heartbroken because it just a dream and it had seemed so real. I could feel her warm ears and fur and it was just a cruel trick of my subconcious. It could be that it's a month until the 5th anniversary of her death.
I don't know. Do normal people get this upset and down because of a dream?