I rarely ever find myself dreaming about people, places, or things that actually exist in my life, and I’d prefer to keep it that way. Personally, I live for dreams. I use them to escape reality, and when reality bleeds into that sanctuary, I get very upset. I go to sleep so I can be away from the places I’m sick of seeing, away from the people who want to hurt me - not so I can revisit them. They took the happiness out of my waking life, and I’ll be damned if I let them do the same to my dreams. With the exception of my one friend, someone or something from IRL even making a minor appearance just infuriates me. The thought of getting better at dreaming lucidly is one of the only things that keeps me going. One day, I’ll be able to just collapse their lungs with my mind, snap my fingers and boil their blood.
Anyone else feel this way, or is dreaming realistically a comforting thing for you?