I’ve had this happen a few times. One time the happiness felt so real, that once I’ve woken up by brain must’ve still been flooded with endorphins because I just sat there in absolute melancholy. I was happy from a life I’ve dreamt and sad that it was never real. That dream didn’t let me go for a couple of days.
Being in a relationship is no safeguard against such dreams. Just the other week I dreamt that there were two of my wife. She and her double were looking especially good, they were feeling flirty and talking shit to each other in a good-natured way. The vibes were immaculate, and I went in to make my move… And then seagulls woke me up. I was depressed for hours, that shit was almost the best dream of my life.
I’ve had this happen a few times. One time the happiness felt so real, that once I’ve woken up by brain must’ve still been flooded with endorphins because I just sat there in absolute melancholy. I was happy from a life I’ve dreamt and sad that it was never real. That dream didn’t let me go for a couple of days.
Being in a relationship is no safeguard against such dreams. Just the other week I dreamt that there were two of my wife. She and her double were looking especially good, they were feeling flirty and talking shit to each other in a good-natured way. The vibes were immaculate, and I went in to make my move… And then seagulls woke me up. I was depressed for hours, that shit was almost the best dream of my life.