It's so odd with dreams. Sometimes I live whole pieces of life with jobs, friends, love interests, problems. I go through it, I have hopes and do my best but then all of a sudden it all crashes, melts, slips through my fingers. What felt so real turns out to be just a phantasy in mere seconds. Sometimes like today I feel wronged. Because the things I had there are gone forever, that life though imperfect still felt like mine.