I think of my dream so much it feels more like a memory

I imagine death think of my dream so much it feels more like a memory.

Last week, if you asked me if I've moved on, I would say "yeah!" I mean, sure I would think about it from time to time, but for the majority of my days, it never comes to mind...

Until I had that dream. Of course, upon waking up, I was fully aware of the fantasising and romanticising by my unconsciousness, but... the emotion the dream left me with was like flicking a switch in my brain. The switch is still on and I don't know how to turn it off.

The images of that dream have been lingering at the back of my mind for a couple of days already. I think of the scenes so much that I'm certain I must've at some point changed some details of the image on accident. The more I think about it, the less certain I am with the details of the image, but the more deeply affected I am by the emotion. 

I try to grasp tightly every remaining droplet of what I remember from the dream until the shapes start shifting.

It has been affecting me in real life, in a sense that, my thoughts wander to places as if the dream was a reality. I would wait for something to happen, when I know clearly that nothing ever will. The dream is just dream. Not a memory. Not a memory.

Sparky x