"Seriously brain, what the hell?" A Thread For Weird Dreams and Nightmares

I don't remember what I dreamed, not very well.

But I opened a little model airplane kit, and I saw the little pieces inside, and I remembered how I always wanted them and never got them; I remembered how my childhood had been the same day, over and over, except every day things got harder until I wasn't a child anymore and all the pretense fell away. I opened a little model airplane kit, and I saw a perfect little 757, with the wings waiting to be clipped on, and the little stand for it, and I don't think I've cried that hard in a long, long time. I woke up, still crying, and I didn't want to wake up because I just wanted to be back in that moment, sad as it was, and I wasn't sure if I'd actually cried until I rolled over onto the puddle of tears on my pillow.