Basically I just realized why dreams were something I couldn't just "let be".
I've realized dreams were a sort of empathic get away. Since my adolescence, my parents raised me by me doing things for the toy at the end, and all the countless times they never kept their word on the punishments. I soon became very logical and distant. But their strict school, and morale was still intact. I pondered about so many things, and my dreams became a sort of part of me. A place I can feel how it is to be in ones shoes, with real emotions, emotions I cannot recall when awake.
I just wanted to know if any one or two of you have had a similar experience. , since we're all in a dreaming forum.
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