Light_Kira
Founder of S.Y.M.C. Sensitive Young Men Club
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Bros I need to preface this by saying my subconscious should be in PRISON.
Last night my brain said “what if we completely derail your life for vibes” and then absolutely cooked.
Dream opens with me next to Loli Bahia at some random event. No explanation. No security clearance. I should not be here. Yet she’s talking to me like this is normal. Laughing at my jokes. Real laughs. Teeth out. Eye contact. Immediate danger.
At this point my brain is already like “okay cool this is fake” but the dream said nah let him believe.
We drift off somewhere quieter, shoulder to shoulder, way too close. That charged silence where you’re not touching but your brain is buffering at 99%. I’m thinking “bro if you mess this up you’ll wake up” and somehow I don’t.
Cut to: my place. Netflix is on. Nobody knows what’s playing. Nobody cares. The couch is suddenly the most emotionally loaded location on Earth.
One minute we’re sitting there. The next minute we’re definitely not just watching TV. Heavy flirting. Laughing too close. That look that says “yeah, this is happening.” Brain completely surrendered. Papers signed. Soul sold.
Then the dream skips forward like a corrupted file.
We’ve clearly hooked up. No details, just vibes. That post-hookup energy where everything feels soft and unreal. We’re talking quietly like this is a normal Tuesday. I’m laying there thinking “wow. So this is my life now. I have lore.”
I’m already planning the fake future. Breakfast. Inside jokes. Telling the boys “yeah it just kinda happened.”
Then—
HARD CUT.
I wake up.
Ceiling. Silence. Emotional damage.
Heart racing like I just committed a crime. Lying there mourning a connection that existed for EIGHT DREAM MINUTES. Reality loads in and immediately feels like a downgrade patch with bugs.
The rest of the day? Absolutely cooked.
Music sounds wrong.
Food tastes like cardboard.
Life feels like it’s missing a main character.
Now I’m just walking around like:
“yeah I’m chilling”
(no I’m not, my brain made up a relationship, let me hook up, then TOOK IT AWAY)
Why does my subconscious write better romance than any show I’ve seen?
Why did I wake up with fake memories and real emotions?
How do you recover from a hookup that NEVER HAPPENED BUT STILL HURT???
Anyone else ever wake up from a dream and think
“yeah okay… something in me changed forever”
Last night my brain said “what if we completely derail your life for vibes” and then absolutely cooked.
Dream opens with me next to Loli Bahia at some random event. No explanation. No security clearance. I should not be here. Yet she’s talking to me like this is normal. Laughing at my jokes. Real laughs. Teeth out. Eye contact. Immediate danger.
At this point my brain is already like “okay cool this is fake” but the dream said nah let him believe.
We drift off somewhere quieter, shoulder to shoulder, way too close. That charged silence where you’re not touching but your brain is buffering at 99%. I’m thinking “bro if you mess this up you’ll wake up” and somehow I don’t.
Cut to: my place. Netflix is on. Nobody knows what’s playing. Nobody cares. The couch is suddenly the most emotionally loaded location on Earth.
One minute we’re sitting there. The next minute we’re definitely not just watching TV. Heavy flirting. Laughing too close. That look that says “yeah, this is happening.” Brain completely surrendered. Papers signed. Soul sold.
Then the dream skips forward like a corrupted file.
We’ve clearly hooked up. No details, just vibes. That post-hookup energy where everything feels soft and unreal. We’re talking quietly like this is a normal Tuesday. I’m laying there thinking “wow. So this is my life now. I have lore.”
I’m already planning the fake future. Breakfast. Inside jokes. Telling the boys “yeah it just kinda happened.”
Then—
HARD CUT.
I wake up.
Ceiling. Silence. Emotional damage.
Heart racing like I just committed a crime. Lying there mourning a connection that existed for EIGHT DREAM MINUTES. Reality loads in and immediately feels like a downgrade patch with bugs.
The rest of the day? Absolutely cooked.
Music sounds wrong.
Food tastes like cardboard.
Life feels like it’s missing a main character.
Now I’m just walking around like:
“yeah I’m chilling”
(no I’m not, my brain made up a relationship, let me hook up, then TOOK IT AWAY)
Why does my subconscious write better romance than any show I’ve seen?
Why did I wake up with fake memories and real emotions?
How do you recover from a hookup that NEVER HAPPENED BUT STILL HURT???
Anyone else ever wake up from a dream and think
“yeah okay… something in me changed forever”
