I don't know what had happened prior to that night. I don't know what had triggered it. Hell, I swear I hadn't even been pre-occupied by anything Day6 for the past couple of days! But I had woken up on Tuesday morning, my pillows nearly soaked, tear stains down my cheeks, and my eyes b. I have no idea if that was a dream or a nightmare. I don't even remember any of it except for one, very short scene:

I was rushing in an airport that I didn't recognize, trying to make my way through a huge crowd. I was panting really hard and I just knew that I needed to look for someone. As I kept running, flashback kept invading my head; of Terry (yes, Brian's best friend) and I teasing each other and playing around, and the feeling that someone was looking at us, glaring, upset. I came to a halt when I had reached some sort of holding area and I couldliterally feel myself holding back tears. I kept chanting in my head "please, be here. please, be here." I felt a tap and turned around to Brian Kang ang Terry He asking me why I was there. And I was so mad at Terry for some reason, and Brian, and myself. Mostly at myself for not being able to tell whoever it was I was looking for, the truth. Then Terry had mentioned about a flight that had just left, and Brian looked like he felt sorry for me. And I honestly felt like I couldn't breathe. I don't remember what I was mumbling about but I was annoyed and upset and broken. So I had turned around to leave when I saw this man, his face was famliar but I couldn't remember. Then he pointed me to this hallway and I could see Jae just standing there, staring back at me. And I could feel my heart hammering, and the next thing I know I was running to him. He caught me and pulled me off my toes in a hug, like the ones you see in the movies. And I was crying much harder than before. And I was whispering, "you're here. ohmygod, you're here. i'm so sorry." And he put me down on the floor, tugged me closer to him, leaving kisses on my hair, and he was mumbling something I couldn't make out but it made me cry harder and my heart just kept hammering, and the butterflies in my stomach went its wildest.

And then hat's when I woke up, crying. It felt so real that I literally ran to my window for reasons I've still yet to know. And although I know it was a dream, there's this gaping hole in my chest that makes me tear up everytime I think about how real that dream felt. It's so overwhelming and so difficult to grasp, as much as it's so difficult to let go, that I felt the need to put it up on here. It was a first for me. To dream that "realistically" that I felt like I was drowning in emotions that were rushing in all at once. Have you experienced a dream that intense, that it felt too real? That when you wake up, it has you asking yourself if this was all a dream too?