[ Bad Alarm Clock ]
I hate waking up whilst dreaming. It screws me up for the rest of the day I tell you! Officially unable to move for five minutes, whilst screaming in side of your head that reality sucks, isn't a pleasant way to start the day no matter who you are.
But there was more to this morning's dream than that.
For the first time, ever, in my short little life that I wished my dream was reality. And my reality was a dream. For in that dream, I saw someone I had not seen in over ten years. Despite my best efforts, I still cannot erase them from my memories. Even though the dream was nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Rather, it was the most ordinary of dreams, of friends hanging out together.
It's hard to describe these intense feelings of loss and cold reality when I woke up.
It's just a dream, just a construct from my imagination and memory, but...
Why am I dreaming of them again? That's almost two dreams now, about someone who I thought I would never see again, never speak to and would promptly be forgotten.
What's the point of a dream like that? It serves no other purpose than to break my heart the moment I wake up... is there a logical reason for that? A biological need to induce mental pain?
Someone! Answers please!
But there was more to this morning's dream than that.
For the first time, ever, in my short little life that I wished my dream was reality. And my reality was a dream. For in that dream, I saw someone I had not seen in over ten years. Despite my best efforts, I still cannot erase them from my memories. Even though the dream was nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. Rather, it was the most ordinary of dreams, of friends hanging out together.
It's hard to describe these intense feelings of loss and cold reality when I woke up.
It's just a dream, just a construct from my imagination and memory, but...
Why am I dreaming of them again? That's almost two dreams now, about someone who I thought I would never see again, never speak to and would promptly be forgotten.
What's the point of a dream like that? It serves no other purpose than to break my heart the moment I wake up... is there a logical reason for that? A biological need to induce mental pain?
Someone! Answers please!