I had a dream. About her. Well, it was about K, who I haven't talked about in quite awhile; not the individual I spoke of more recently.

I would really prefer my own mind to not screw with me like that. In the dream, she reciprocated my feelings. I had a couple of other ones with the same theme, but those must have been about 2 years ago or something. This was the first time I'd dreamed of her in... well, I don't know how long it's been, I don't remember what the previous one was. I recall feeling very... shy. But it was a wonderful feeling, it was amazing.

Until I woke up. The very first thing that came to mind this morning, as soon as I woke up, was "it wasn't real." Well, not those exact words, but the realization of that. And it was painful. I could really do without such reminders.