A bit of backstory first: I started dating this girl, (we will call her B) at the end of last school year (sophomore year) before summer started. I got very emotionally attached to her and was the deepest relationships I've ever had yet one of the shortest. Then she broke up with me mid summer and didnt really explain why. Ive pretty much been depressed all summer due to how much I missed her. This entire summer I've had countless dreams with her in it and since they were dreams we were still dating. In most I forgot we even broke up and woke up to the reality of her not actually being here and all of it was just a dream. Those dreams didn't hot me as hard as this one though.

Now for the dream: I was lying on the floor in a large building almost like Walmart or Sam's (not sure why but in alot of my dreams I'm in strange places but it always seems normal). B and my best friend were holding me convincing me I'm ok and that they are here. In this dream I was completely aware of everything that happened in the summer so I knew she was my ex this time. I cried when I saw her face and ran off and tried to get away from everyone. She popped up around every corner I tried to run to saying, "it's ok", "I'm here now, no need to panic", etc. Every single time I saw her I cried. Eventually I gave up and sat against a wall. Then she walked up to me crying, held me, and again said over and over that she missed me and that I'm ok now, etc. Then the dream ends.

I wake up, go into the kitchen, make coffee, and force myself not to fall back asleep until late that night because that dream hit me in a way no other dream ever has, and fucked with me practically the entire day.

They say dreams are a reflection of what goes on inside. Maybe it was trying to calm me down but it had the opposite effect and made me think all day.