This has happened to me probably 5 times in the last month, and it bums me out every time. I just woke up from a 4 hour nap drenched in sweat and disappointed when I realized the cute assertive tall girl with green hair that I met at an Underoath concert wasn’t real. Felt like a spark that I haven’t experienced in real life in almost 10 years. :deeper-sadness:
sorta? but mine are usually self aware and reoccurring, because I'm just that postmodern. my fantasies get very meta very quickly.