The dream began like they all do. Present day. Present actions. Blah blah blah. The only difference that I can seemingly recall was that I was in the middle of an online/long distance relationship thing. Everything seemed to be going well, from what I remember, and life seemed pretty good.
Too good.
In the dream I had met the person* via a website. It's really hard to describe what it was, but if I HAD to put it into words it'd be "4Chan, with a visual graphics that remind me of the night club scenes in Batman Beyond" (Terrible example, but it's hard to find clips on Youtube.) To my knowledge we hadn't traded any "real" information besides names so looking back I guess I really didn't know them at all besides what we had talked about in chats. We had also been doing so for dare I say two years, so I felt as if I truly knew the person. Without even seeing them? Dream me is weird.
Skip to the end, in a thread I see a similar style post from someone that reminds me greatly of this person and I eventually learn they don't exist. Not as I know them at least. It reminded me a lot of the movie Catfish, except the person on the other end wasn't a lonely (but kind) mother looking for an escape. It was a twenty something out to hurt people because they were bored. I asked them about it, they confirmed and after a great deal of "LOLOLOLOLOLOLs" severed all contact with me.
One of the "perks" of being anti-social is you really don't make friends often. I have no shame admitting I only have one real life friend while I may have perhaps ten more "good" friends online. It's not something I throw around all willy nilly, but I even consider some of my online friends to be my besties if only because of how we click. I value my friends greatly and the thought of not being able to talk to them anymore hurts extremely much. This person especially.
And that's where I woke up. I've had all kinds of dreams that have gotten to me in one shape or form, and I can tell you this was one of those times where it really got to me. I can't remember the last time I woke up feeling so distraught. I know it was only a dream, but I guess it was in part because you don't truly know someone online. You can talk for hours a day, months, years, etc and still not know the "true" person behind the wall of text. Something I rarely think about, to be honest.
* Said person might be based on someone I know. Even though I doubt anyone I know will even read this I'm not giving any details to "out" who it may or may not be.
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