We were brought up to fear nightmares. But I think what really scares me are the good dreams. The best dreams. For when we wake up from the bad, we are comforted with knowing that none of it was true – there was and is and will be no three headed unicorn monkey lion donkey freak chasing you. But when we wake up from the best dreams… We’re devastated from it not being true. How upsetting is it to know that you weren’t actually running along the beach with your boyfriend who lives 6000 miles away from you. Idk. Thought got to me.