Dream is Dream and Real is Real

The second dream vanishes from memory the instant I wake up and stays gone for five hours. When it comes flooding back without warning, I lose all sense of place, trapped in the realization that I have dreamed about my ex again for the second time this week. If this had been ten years ago, I'd have considered that normal. She had lived in my dreams every single night for an entire summer. When I moved, I left them behind in Pittsburgh. There hasn't been any contact for two years and in the two years before that, our communication consisted of one phone call, one text, and one dinner; each of which were a heavy chop to the cord of our relationship.

No this second dream is so unlike the one from four days ago that I'd doubt there was any connection at all if it weren't for her. At least she wasn't pleading for me to help her this time. That had been so agonizing that I'd almost called her but I'm still grounded enough to know not to act on dreams.

No, I don't call and I think she'd be happy with that choice.