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Had the most inexplicably sad dream last night...twice, actually, in two different fashions (location, activities, girl, and even my own looks change), but both had the same basic premise:
Out on a date with a girl, having a very enjoyable time, trying my best to make it the most wonderful time for her I can because of how sick she's been lately...then, as I'm taking her home, she gets a little woozy, so I put my arms around her to support her...
At which point she simply passes away right there in my arms. No preamble, no stereotypical last words of regret or declaration of love or anything, just...poof, dead.
After that things shifted a significant amount of focus to me being in a small British town during WW2, evacuating after a bombing raid started.
I need to get some caffeine soon...I hate how real dreams of that simplicity and sensory detail can seem so real.
Granted, if I'm having some sort of past-life flashbacks...WOW did my luck ever suck.
Out on a date with a girl, having a very enjoyable time, trying my best to make it the most wonderful time for her I can because of how sick she's been lately...then, as I'm taking her home, she gets a little woozy, so I put my arms around her to support her...
At which point she simply passes away right there in my arms. No preamble, no stereotypical last words of regret or declaration of love or anything, just...poof, dead.
After that things shifted a significant amount of focus to me being in a small British town during WW2, evacuating after a bombing raid started.
I need to get some caffeine soon...I hate how real dreams of that simplicity and sensory detail can seem so real.
Granted, if I'm having some sort of past-life flashbacks...WOW did my luck ever suck.
