Alright, I had this dream the other night, and I'm not sure what it means. Before you skip down, there are some things you need to know. One, I'm married. Two, the girl in the dream actually exists. As for what I was feeling: all I knew was this powerfully intense love for her, despair at how things turned out, and how pittiful I was at the end. Now for the dream.

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It began with me and few others. We'd run across this little shuttle-craft. For some reason, I knew how to fly it, so we all hopped in and took a joy-ride around the skies over town. A few people started getting sick so I landed it in front of the place I lived in the dream. It wasn't a house though. It was more like a cinder block building. It even had some sort of sign out front.

In this dream, I wasn't married, and didn't have any kids of my own. I walked into the place and on the couch sat this girl I liked, along with her boyfriend. This boyfriend does not exist in real life, but my mind told me it was somebody I was supposed to hate. I just walked out the front door, crying. I walked down the sidewalk in front of the building onto a small fisherman's pier, overlooking the small river that flowed beside the place. I just collapsed on top of it, sobbing so hard.

I heard footsteps and turned to see who it was. It was the girl, followed a bit back by the guy. She turned to him angrily and asked for a moment alone. He wouldn't give it and stated he'd like a moment alone as well. He then tackled me to the ground and had my arms pinned against my chest. I warned him he had two seconds to move, and he just laughed and dared me to try. I tried. I failed. He then told me that he never wanted to see me again.

Sometime during all this, the little kids in our real life park came up. They are known for bullying my son. Anyway, they all start laughing at me. The guy-friend just pushed me away. I reply by giving in, saying, "ok, whatvever you want, fine".

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I woke and my chest hurt so freaking bad I couldn't stand it. I could barely breath, and I had obviously been crying in my sleep. All I could do was wander into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and complain to my wife about how I'm a wimp, even in my dreams. I wasn't willing to fight for something important to me. So, what do you guys make of it?