Dream a little lucid dream.

I had an amazing dream last night and I honestly felt like I'd never want to wake up, but of course, I did. Otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here typing this out, would I? Unless..... I had just woken up from a dream within a dream and I am, in fact, still dreaming.

:O

*pinches self*

Anyways, still dreaming or not, after I brushed my teeth, I found, to my complete and utter horror, that I couldn't remember my wonderful dream anymore.

I tried (really hard) to remember but my efforts were to no avail for nothing at all came to mind. I swear, all the bumming around I've been doing lately is causing my (already short as it is) memory span to deteriorate.

I feel like choking myself, I'm not even kidding.

Although I had read somewhere that it's normal if you can't remember a dream (because the neural connections that produces memories aren't in sync with each other), I still feel like choking myself.

How is it possible for me to remember so vividly those horrifying dreams of monsters vigorously ripping out hearts but not dreams of.. (Har har sorry dude, I'm not telling, so you'd just have to live the rest of your life not knowing this little piece of nonsense.)

Okay, so maybe my efforts weren't totally in vain. I do remember the gist of the dream, but I can't remember the faces of the people that were in it. Neither do I remember what I was doing in the dream, or how the aforementioned dream ended.

I remember how consciousness was slowly seeping into the dream like an evil intruder, or a virus, coming to steal my happiness and everything else that is rightfully mine. I remember shooing the evil one away, begging it to let me have at least five more minutes (or maybe five more hours) of pure bliss.

It didn't work. The intruder was too darn stubborn and too freaking strong for the soldiers of my slumber to ward off.

I remember waking up feeling all warm and fuzzy inside because the dream was still fresh in my mind, and at that moment I could still feel the happiness that I had felt in the dream.

I remember feeling annoyed immediately after that because the incredible dream had to end; disgruntled because I was so brutally thrown back into the abyss and vast chasm of cold, hard actuality; and majorly disappointed because somehow, I know that the dream was merely a dream that will never see reality.

Woe is me. I shall mourn the loss of my dream and the people that were in it and I shall continue doing so until whenever, because it's not like I can go back to sleep now and hope that a Part 2 will commence, right?

On second thought..........