I’ve always had super vivid dreams and it takes me a while after waking up to realize that they’re not real. Occasionally, it's a disappointment, but most of the time, I just forget about it and move on. In 6th grade, I had a really close friend, and we never had any fights. One night, I had an incredibly vivid dream where my friend and I had a huge falling out over something I can't even remember now. Being excellent at holding grudges as an unforgiving child, I ignored my best friend for three weeks in anger, until she started crying in front of the teacher, who then asked what was happening. As I was telling the story, I realized the events were really weird and that it had all been a dream. I fall silent and just look at my friend who’s still extremely upset and don’t know what to say because I had fucked up so badly.