I hate dreams. A dream is the only place where i feel true happiness and joy, making friends, living my goals, making a family, having my first ever true love, a paradise inside my own body, only for it to be gone in a fraction of a second, i hate things given to me only for it to be taken back...
If i got a nickel for every time a blue haired girl came to dreams and made me feel like shit when i woke up, I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice