Tears for a Forgotten Dream

I woke up in the middle of the dark night, sweating, scared.
Tears were running down my eyes.
I wiped them away, wondering what I was crying for.
That’s when I realized that I forgot the dream I had before waking up.

I was crying. It had to be that awesome.
It had to be that so close to my heart that I’d lose all the barriers I had.
It had to have made me realize something so deep and profound about myself, that I had no other reaction but the deepest form of sadness a human can ever express.
And I forgot it.

Of course, it could just be about the Teletubbies.
One thing or the other.

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