I have somewhat lucid dreams, where I realize I'm dreaming and can choose my own actions realizing it's a dream, so I should have fun but I'm still not necessarily cognizant of who I am, or what's real, if that makes sense.
For instance, I was having a dream last night that involved characters from the Sopranos, my job somehow inolved fixing high school football games (indirectly), and at one point I ended up alone in a hotel room with the actor Chris O'Dowd.
So... the Sopranos characters didn't seem weird, my questionable job didn't seem weird, but I was aware that it was a dream and so I should make a move on Chris O'Dowd.
Until I tried to, and then got this sick feeling in my stomach and this thought, "But what about WH." Followed by confusion, because in my dream I was single and living in New Jersey, so I didn't know who that was or why I thought that.
Tried to make a move again.
"But what about WH? You don't want to ruin things with WH."
So at this point of the dream, I'm now backing away from a very confused Chris O'Dowd, as everything starts to disintegrate around me and I start to wake up.
Everything's been fine in reality, and the something like this happens and I start the internal dialogue loop of "How could you betray me?" even though I know how doesn't matter, because the reality is that he did.
Meanwhile I can't even have a dream about someone else, in a reality where WH doesn't exist, because my subconscious or psyche or whatever stops me from doing something that would risk hurting WH or hurting my family.
It's so frustrating, and it makes me so sad, and I don't know what I'm looking for posting here, but I think I just wish I knew a way to put the question of, "How could you betray me? Because I could never betray you like this..." to rest once and for all, because the reality is that he did, and depsite all the work on himself and the self reflection and answering all the questions, and making effort.....
How he could betray me will just never, never, never make sense in my mind, but I also realize it really doesn't matter, because whether or not it ever makes sense to me, he did it.