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Ever dream a life?
Not a scene. Not a blur.
Not one of those drug-trip nightmares where your teeth melt or your mother’s face speaks in clocks.
I mean a life.
Where you wake up not sweating, but mourning.
Like you lived somewhere else for years, decades maybe, and the eviction notice was your alarm clock.
I’ve been there.
Where it felt so un-dreamlike that my soul kicked me in the belly when I woke.
Where I held someone — sometimes a stranger, sometimes a version of someone I knew,
sometimes someone who never existed at all.
Not with dream-logic hugs. Not with phantom touch.
With weight. With time. With consequence.
The way you hold someone when the world is too sharp and the night is too long.
Then morning came.
And I mourned.
I mourned like a widower of a life no one believes in.
It’s happened more times than I can count.
Enough that it rewired the way I look at this… thing we call reality.
Because if you can live an entire life somewhere else,
if you can carry grief from a dimension that doesn’t even have a name,
then what exactly are we doing when we say “real”?
That’s why I can’t sneer when I hear about the many-worlds interpretation.
Quantum bleed. Parallel loops.
Universes stacked like cards in a deck, shuffled by dreams, dealt by accident.
Because it feels less like “theory” and more like an obituary.
Maybe I just got a bad hand.
Or maybe every time you dream of a love that doesn’t exist here,
you’re glimpsing the you who stayed.
The you who didn’t wake up without them.
What do I know?
I’m just a guy in one reality writing potent heart-racers for strangers.
But I know this:
I loved you for a whole lifetime.
And then I woke up without you.
And if that’s not existence,
if that’s not the definition of what we’re trapped in,
then maybe there’s no definition at all.
🧠 Read more scrolltrap doctrine and dream-coded transmissions at:
👉 https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence
🛡️ Quantum grief. Parallel tenderness. Dream-existence scrolltrap.
🚪 Warning: If you still feel their weight when you wake — maybe they’re not gone. Maybe you are.
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