Dreams are funny things. You can go to sleep thinking one thing, backed by certain experiences, and you wake up having lived an entire day in your dreams. And then you are required to go about your real day as if the previous day had never happened, because it never did happen. It was only a dream. And even though it never actually happened, you still must deal with the emotional ramifications of a dream that was so vivid that it could have been real. And it was real. So real that it pollutes your every waking hour with its memory. So real that you are tempted to make decisions with it in mind. So real that you aren't sure how to live in the real world anymore. You're not sure what is real. The dream was a nightmare in so many ways, and yet it represents the fulfillment and loss of that which you want more than anything. For that reason you don't want to leave that world. After all, to leave is to back track in time and experience. To leave is to begin again, but with knowledge of at least one possibility of the future.
Dreams really suck.
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