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No night has passed when I have not dreamed. Every dream is real, more real than life. Life is a fog. Its like I'm watching everything through a television. It's like a video game, but I'm not even holding the controller. I am dozing. Occasionally, I open my eyes and see a glimpse of my surroundings. I worry a little and tell myself that I need to do something, but I'm asleep. This sleep gives me no rest, for I am restless. I know I'm supposed to be awake. I am too deep in my sleep to drag myself out. I am waiting for someone to wake me up. I know who will wake me up. Almost every night I see her. Sometimes, she's the subject of my dream. Sometimes, she is just a glimpse in the background or a voice. I know her voice. I know her laughter. I know her love, and I know her hate. Of course, I lived knowing that she was a figment of my imagination. An imaginary rope I created because I wish to escape my apathy. But, I still hoped. I hoped she was real. Then one day, I saw her. It was just last Sunday in fact. It took me a second to grasp. Then, she began to sing, and I knew. There was no doubt. Many nights has her voice stirred my heart, if only in my dreams. Now, she fills my ears, my real ears! Does she know me like I know her? I better not mention it. She will probably think I'm crazy. You probably think I'm crazy. I don't know were our relationship will go. Will we be friends, lovers, enemy's? All I know, is that i see a way out, and I'm going to pursue it. Wait, what did I just type? I'm going to pursue it? I've never pursued anything! Maybe it is the journey that will cure me. Maybe the destination as well.
((I also made a poem on this subject. ))

It wasn't really a story. It's actually a heart vomit, but stories seemed the best place to post it. Btw, one can't edit a heart vomit, they must be read raw and pure.