Good Dreams Are Nightmares

“From the shards of tattered dreams I rose, unwilling. Tossed upon tides of pain that flowed and ebbed, leaving me searingly awake. And more revoltingly... alive”

Nightmares are bearable, for they die when you wake up. Good dreams, on the other hand, are unbearable. They take you to the pinnacle of your desires and then when you wake up, drop you into the abyss that is everyday life.

~I've fallen in love so many times and had the love reciprocated in dreams, and woke up alone and too terrified to talk to anyone. Good dreams are horrible.