The other night I had the worst dream I had in awhile.
Normally my dreams are pretty dark and grim, and end in me dying horribly in some way. Probably some psychological problem, but I don’t mind it since it’s good writing material and I sleep fine anyway, and it doesn’t seem to affect my waking mood.
The other night I had a dream that I was hanging out with some of my friends, but they were giving more attention to some people I didn’t know at all, and the entire time I was intensely jealous in the dream. Like deep, burning jealousy that I’ve never actually felt in real life before. And even in the context of the dream it didn’t make any damn sense.
I always feel pretty guilty when I feel jealous, even a tiny bit, ESPECIALLY when it’s completely unwarranted (i.e. pretty much always) so that dream made me feel like an asshole for hours afterwords. I still feel kinda bad about it.