The worst part of waking up in the morning is that all the people my brain invented to keep me company in dreams are gone. I miss them.
I’ve stopped lucid dreaming: I decided I enjoy it more if I believe it’s real. But it does make waking very jarring. I usually don’t cry when a movie is over – I can usually watch it again and I didn’t have as strong of a bond as I had with the dream people. Also I can remember a movie for longer than I can a dream. Our minds were made to forget dreams.
This is why I ask to please not euthanize me if my body gets messed up. I do have stuff to think about for a long time. The forever dream.