It is a strange thing when you are dreaming but it seems so real. I sat in the chair and I listened to every problem she had. There was boyfriend drama and tears. I gave her a hug and told her everything would be okay. I laughed with her and I cried with her. I think the moment I realized it was a dream was the moment I got angry.
She was sitting on my floor staring up at me. She said that he cheated on her and deep inside of me I felt this pain. It was pain leftover from when I had been cheated on. I felt it escape that box that we hide our unwanted emotions in. I felt it spread throughout my entire body and fill me to the brim with an intense sense of hurt. After that I felt anger. How dare he? We were in love! We were dating for three years; we were supposed to get married! Everything hurt. I felt myself roll over in reality but I was stuck in this dream. I could not escape.
“Let’s go find him,” I said. I felt the anger travel to my eyes and pierce right into hers. She nodded and grabbed my hand so I could help pull her up from the floor. It was then that I realized I had been drinking. The room spun for a second but I caught myself and followed her out of the room.
The next thing I knew I was standing before him.
“What is wrong with you?” I whispered. I was projecting my emotions onto him, trying to get him to feel the pain that I felt… that she felt. I had somehow transformed into her and we became a unit of anger. I couldn’t even see her. I was just angry FOR her.
He looked at me, eyes dead center with mine and stated: “I think you are asking the wrong question. There is nothing wrong with me. What is wrong with you?”
And then I woke up.