It seems my most negative days come right after a night of vivid dreaming. I think, in some ways, I miss the life I used to know. Dreams come as reminders of the emotional trauma that made me walk away from that life.
Last night I was taken back to that place, but it was as if I had never created a new world. As I lay there sleeping, even in the dream, I was audience to beautiful brown eyes making conversation with my past, in the home where it all crumbled.
It felt surreal, as if I may wake up at any moment living in that world again. Like my life now is actually the dream.