When dreams are so sweet that you regret waking up.

I guess that's the beauty of fantasy. I've always dreamed far and wide in my nightly adventures, while they often involve twisted realities, they've never seem to make me regret waking up.

Until today.

Somehow it hurts more to know that whatever just happened in the dreams will not come true, and hurts even worse to realize the reason for dreaming for it is because too much thought has been given to it during the waking hours of my life.

Think of the impossible so much, that it comes back and haunt you as a sweet dream. Only for you to wake up with a sense of disappointment and regret.

How cruel can the mind get?