Every so often I think back to this dream I had. I remember it like it was real, and I mourn the people from it like they were real too. It all felt so real. I feel so light thinking about it. There was this girl I met in that dream, I miss her so much. A few days ago I saw a girl that looked just like her. Naturally I didn’t walk up to her and say “hey I met you in a dream!!” Because I know she’s not her and I know she’s not real. But it was so jarring. Sometimes I wish I never had that dream, I’ve had mental breakdowns over it. I’ve nearly ran away during periods of derealization because I began to believe it was real, and that she was real, and that I needed to find her. We were all going to run away together, me and that dream girl, and everyone we met along the way. We were going to run, and run, and run. I know she’s not real, but I don’t know how to cope with that. I sound so crazy. Reminding myself it was just a dream helps sometimes.