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Vivid life long dreams like this are my every night. I have friends, family, relationships that last years. Full lifetimes. And then gone. I have such vivid memories of these lives I sometimes have to double check with my SO, family and friends if a particular memory is real or not.

It's wonderful but also insanely painful...

Man, you got isekai-ed by your subconscious 🤣.

I've had a few of those life-time dreams, and they fucked me up real good. Several times I've fallen in love with the man of my dreams (literally) and been depressed for days afterwards when I realize I don't have that anymore. It feels like genuine loss.

And one time I was married to an agoraphobic whoopie Goldberg for 40 years, and woke up just as her sister and I convinced her to leave the fake house we lived in for 4 decades, that was 23 years ago and I still wonder if she would have been able to do it or not.

Had a similar dream like that. But in my dream I think I died?

So like your dream, mine was hyper vivid too.

Met a girl, we dated, we got married, even had a couple of kids. And then at some point we celebrated our wedding anniversary with a big party. Our kids and grand kids were there. It was an amazing feast. And we go to bed happy, I kiss her good night and tell her how lucky I am, and then I startled myself awake and I find myself alone in bed in my darkened house.

I figured that she must have gotten up earlier or something, so I go to the bathroom, but I don’t recognise my face in the mirror initially, looks too young and I start to panic. Rush to kitchen, shouting her name. But the kitchen is empty too, obviously. She was never real. I mourned that loss for a few days, it really messed me up for a while. Wanting to go back to the dream. But I never saw her again in my dreams.

Scumbag brain.

It was a love story. No specific person, it was an imaginary girl that my brain cooked up for the dream. We met, dated, fell in love. And it kept going. Getting married, having kids, and in such detail that it is still in my memory as strong as some things that happened for real.

Same, I felt so much love in that one particular dream (and I for one don't usually remember dreams at all), but this one holds a special place. Met this woman, felt in love, have a daughter whose name I remember when I woke up but sadly not anymore.

I hear you on this, but I have come to appreciate that my dreams are not always limited like my real world is. When I had cancer, it got really bad. I could not speak for months. I could barely walk. The constant pain, even on a hefty dose of opioids, was all consuming. Just watching TV took too much energy, so I stared blankly at the wall while my family tried to carry on around me.

But in my dreams? In my dreams I was still me. Once I fell asleep, I could talk, laugh, run, and have the freedom I had lost in life. I could play with my kids. I could spend time with my friends. I could exist without pain.

None of it was real, and in the beginning I cried when I woke up, but the dreams kept coming. It didn't matter if my real life was not worth living - my dream life carried me. Waking up stopped being a sad thing and instead became what falling asleep used to be. It was a transition to the less interesting part of my life.

I am better now, but I am not the man I was before I got sick. In my dreams, though? The pain is still gone. My energy has returned. My waking life is worth living again, but my dream life is freedom from the shackles of my body.

I am sorry your dreams hurt you. Maybe the day will come that the pain they bring you now becomes a blessing. I hope in time you and your dream life make peace.

Same, I especially hate dreams of having friends, it saddens me