I've always had incredibly vivid dreams, and it takes me some time after waking up to realize they're not real. Occasionally, it's a disappointment, but most of the time, I just forget about it and move on. In 6th grade, I had a really close friend, and we never had any fights. One night, I had a vivid dream where my friend and I had a massive argument over something I can't even recall now. I was great at holding grudges because I wasn't a forgiving child, so for three weeks, I completely ignored my best friend in anger until she started crying in front of the teacher, who asked what was going on. As I was telling the story, I realized the events were really weird and that it had all been a dream. I fall silent and just look at my friend who’s still extremely upset and don’t know what to say because I had fucked up so badly.