⏾ Your dreams

I woke up sad, gray, uncomfortable because I dreamt you died. I received a letter from your mother explaining that you went on a humanitarian mission and were killed. I was invited to come at your place, where a kind of ceremony was held. I went there with you. Like... another you. I hadn't the courage to tell you that you were dead. I waited until we were at the front of the door. You were excited to see her again, but I was obliged to tell you the truth. You were way more sad than I thought you would be. You fell on the floor sobbing, then I woke up.

I dreamed that a girl taught me how to levitate objects by controlling energy. Then a robot that was kind of controlled by my girlfriend gave me a hug, but it went haywire and tried to kill me, so I ran away doing crazy parkour, jumping from roof to roof.

I dreamed that the girl I often see on the bus worked in the same building as me. Like, we got off at the same place, walked the same route, and entered the same building. And I was afraid she would think I was following her. But I don't know why it took us a year to realize we worked in the same place.