a dReam...

A dream broke my heart once. It was such a beautiful dream. I was so happy and things were like I had wished for them to be for so long. I should have understood that it couldn't have been true. The dream led me astray and when I woke up to reality I got so sad. The fiction my mind had created was what I wanted, and not real life. The dream broke my heart by teasing my senses with a utopia. In the end that would mean that my brain was playing with itself. What good is that? Why would my brain want to hurt itself like that? Hurt me. It seems so destructive. I don't think I learnt anything from it. I'm not so sure there was anything to be learnt either. Maybe my subconscious want to give me a kick in the right direction, making me aware of how unhappy I truly am at present? There's something better out there for me, somewhere. I just have to go looking for. Maybe that was what it was trying to tell me? You could expect any part of your brain to know yourself better than that though.

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