It started as one of my usual, hated dreams of myself being back, stuck at highschool. I had an idea of what was going to go on, I’ve done this so many times before, dream of being sent back. It can be annoying no doubt. But soon I see one of my old friends which I’m very happy about, so much I toss aside everything else on my mind. I force myself to be with him, making sure to hold on, control somewhat of my dream. We hang out, chat during classes as if it was just like back then, I’m very distracted from the fact that I was dreaming of school. But then eventually it hits me how wrong it all was. I remember what was supposed to be happening, present time and the fact that hes not actually alive, but I ignore it and continue being with him. We talk about some things, I try and say things I’ve always wanted, wished to. Things I regreted and all. But eventually I say something along the lines that I’m sorry. And I start crying which lead to me waking up. I’ve had many dreams with him, it being like this but for some reason when I woke up that time it hit me harder than all the others.
