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Vivid dreams about love (lemmy.sdf.org)
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Once every year or two I'll have a vivid dream where I fall in love with a completely fictional dream character. It usually involves some sort of loss of them at the end, whether by dream or waking. And it fucks me up for like, days.

It's wild to me that the psychological and chemical reaction to a dream can replicate the feelings of heartbreak so distinctly, particularly because I'm not a person who feels a strong sense of loneliness all too often.

What also gets me going, is that it challenges my history with waking love. I'm not entirely sure if I've ever felt romantic love for a waking person as acutely as these occasions I've fallen in love with a dream character.

This bothers me a little bit, because I've on multiple occasion questioned if I'm able to feel a genuine, healthy romantic love for others-- the very reason why I don't involve myself in romantic relationships anymore, since I feel it's unfair to all involved.

This will be on my mind all week.

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[–] alekwithak@lemmy.world 0 points 8 months ago

I woke up and wrote this last time I was lucky enough to be cursed with one of these dreams:

Drag me kicking and screaming
From my slumber
From my dream of you
Who only exists as a part of me
Who disappears with every breath
With every mundane thought
Of the waking world
We were so close and so happy
I could not have foreseen
I'd wake up
And send you back to the ether
Of forgotten dreams
And hallucinations
And Bells and chimes

Time for work