This isn’t the first time it has happened. There was another dream, that I remember, I started crying. But I shook that one off, someone uncomfortably. “That can’t be what I really want,” I thought. It chilled me that such a powerful sense of emotion would be evoked by something that I am supposed to be shunning.
But it happened again this morning. This morning, I woke up because I started crying in my dream. But…I was still crying when I woke up. I keep on thinking of an image in my head, and a phrase that I repeat to myself, and now I’m sobbing, still lying there under the covers, sobbing and whimpering, and I know that this can’t just be the emotional amplification effect that dreams can have on me. It can’t.
This is important. Pretty important. Maybe even really important, but I don’t know if I can stop running away from it.