Little.

I've always been a vivid dreamer, I wish I wasn't. Dreaming so vividly that it feels like you're walking through two worlds.

I dreamt I was able to talk to an old friend, one who isn't around any more. I could see the words flowing, the ones that unsaid could have changed something. Flowing from me and into him. As the burden of my unshared thoughts crashed out of my the weight off my soul lifted. My proverbial cup was evaporating but the closer I got to the bottom the more torturous the words. The words of regret and grief slowly turned to anguish and sorrow. As the words tumbled out my anger grew like a dragon I didn't know existed, a thing that had been dormant, sleeping inside me that lashed out. I hit lightly at first my arm striking his shoulder. Before I know it he's on the ground and I'm kicking him and I can't stop.

I woke up with my heart pounding in my chest, unable to calm down I lay back in bed and cried.

I need closure.