I wake up like that quite often. My dreams are vivid, full of quickly changing scenarios, moving characters and gripping plots.
Dreams or should we call them nightmares – the one’s where I wake up with tears streaming down my face. Those dreams are full of sorrow, regret and resentment.
Nightmares where I am hurt by someone close to me. Someone that in real life is my dearest friend.
That was my last dream-nightmare. I woke up sobbing and inconsolable, trying to put behind me the web-thin curtain of a bad experience, bad dream.
Luckily, both dreams and nightmares alike – I forget them easily and quickly. Real life is just a flutter way from the neverland of dreams.