I dreamed about someone who couldn't stop appearing in my dreams. Even though the dreams felt real, reality wasn't what my dreams were. I was stuck in between dreams and reality. I couldn't figure out which one was real after constantly being haunted by my dreams of the boy who doesn't even like me in real life. I literally felt like I was in a dream world where I lost touch with reality for the longest time. I couldn't remember when reality finally slapped me in the face with tons of bricks. Even when I was already over him, he kept on coming into my dreams trying to confuse me with my head and heart. I was internally hurt for a long time trying to fix my mentality that dreams are just dreams. They don't mean anything. They aren't real at all. But then why do the majority of my dreams display him? Does that mean he was thinking of me too? No, it can't be. I know he doesn't like me at all. If he did, he would've talked to me. So all my dreams ended up a waste? I don't know. All I know is that I don't ever want my mind and heart to be messed up with dreams and reality again. Who knows, maybe it was all in my head. Maybe I did let the dream him and reality him mess with me. Some years have passed. Even though I'm over him, sometimes I still randomly dream about him. I mentally slap myself because I know better that they are not true. It's just trying to get me to believe the unreal again. I am already awake. I don't want to dreamwalk again. I was the stupid one to fall in love with something that wasn't real in reality but got the best of me in both places. The truth is: we will never meet in opposite places.