Was as real as any memory could be. Clear, colored, full of feeling. I was with MB. in his house which looked like a florida-style home. White walls, tan rugs, long windows. We had been hanging our or sleeping together was hard to tell which. He was watching his friends daughter whom he let pretty much run around. He turned on some music, pretty loud. His dad came out of somewhere glared at him and took the kid away. We continued hanging out. It wasn’t much as far as visually but there were intense feelings of sadness, emptiness, and heavyness. I woke up with a weight on my chest and felt like I had been crying, but I hadn’t.

This was a dream of feelings. Being surrounded by them and those that emitted them. I knew those in the dream, but could not actually see them. I felt admired or loved or I don’t even really know what it was. All I know is that when I woke up I was sad it was not real. Like those feelings just rushed away as I left the dream.

Sometimes I have dreams of lava, the world breaking up, the ground coming to pieces and I have to walk it. To get out. Avoid the hot, red liquid fire. I had another one last night. It was more of explosions and fire but lava was there too. Just sitting there not really doing anything, just a presence. It was a dark place. An empty city or town and I was wandering among the fires. Annnnd that was about it.