I hate it when I dream that something really amazing has happened, and then I wake up and I'm not thinking about the dream but I feel happy because of the amazing thing, and then after a while I think, Oh, yay, this amazing thing has happened, and as soon as I think that I remember that it only happened in my dream and is thus not true. And it's always a huge letdown.
And today was the worst one ever. I dreamed I found my jacket. I wore it all around and shopped in an open-air market. Now I'm extremely sad. No jacket. I miss it so much.
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