Dreaming is strange because in order to feel like you're falling asleep, you have to pretend to be dead. The same can go for love; A person, A thing, or An animal Can easily pretend to do so. The feeling afterwards, though, it hurts more than bee's sting on a summer's day or the cold feel of ice down your shirt.
Dreaming is strange if you think about it, we don't remember the dreams we have unless they have some form of importance. This again is like love. Anyone, Everyone, or One person can remember something important. However, if we lose this touch or feel, the pain crawls into your chest hollowing out your heart and you stare into the void.
Dreaming and loving are strange concepts I fail to understand. Why do we feel the same effect from both when somebody dies or when a book is thrown away or when your heart stops beating?
