Gasping for air, grasping reality as the last of a nightmare leaves me, is how I've woken up nearly every night in the last week. In one dream I was schizophrenic and there was screaming in my head that wasn't my own. In one dream I was brutally raped. In another, lost and shivering, I was stuck at the edge of the universe, watching everything play out without me.
But the worst of the dreams I had was different. It came from nowhere. It came from everywhere. You were alone and didn't know where to turn. You needed me, wanted me, and I was right there.
It was the most perfect dream I had ever had. For once in my life everything was right, everything would be okay. You really did love me, until I woke up.
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well, there are two different kinds of nightmares. the ones we fear and the ones we long for. For you, you were glad to be awakened from those first one; but you never wanted to wake up from the last.
amazing writing as always. but why fear a good dream? enjoy it while its happening. ive seen this quote everywhere recently and as cliched and corny as it is i find it perfect in almost every situation. "dont cry because its over, smile because it happened'. always focus on the positive, no matter how hard, and you may find that you can drown out, destroy, or at least make the negative less in its quantity and quality
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