Dreams by night, Nightmares by day

I had a dream last night. It was like a rewritten version of some of the recent events in my life, the base events remaining the same while the explanations for them changed. My mind kept feeding me lies after lies building up a fantasy realm where I was happy. Life was still far from perfect but somehow those minor changes in details made me feel a lot better, I just didn't feel as worthless, as hurt and sad as I usually do. But then as in every dream there comes a time when you must wake up, reality hits you like a slap in the face and your fantasy world shatters right before your eyes leaving you in the cold and harsh reality. Come to think of it, when my dream ended I simply awoke in my daily nightmare.

You'd think a new day could mean a fresh start, but no, I keep trying to put the past behind me and move forward but how am I supposed to do that when my mind won't let me forget about it? Painfully reminding me day after day, night after night.

"Well you built up a world of magic,

Because your real life is tragic"

- in "Brick by Boring Brick" by Paramore