You begin to dream, but you dream in the body of your character. You feel
so at home in the dream, and you are so glad that you finally feel good
about yourself. But then you wake up, and you feel sad. You wish you could
go back, wish you could return to the fantasy of your dream.
It was only a dream, though, right?
You can't fathom another day of the same, but you repeat it anyway, after all, you can't go back to the dream. Why fight it?