/lit/ - Literature

I had a dream where japanese idol Saito Asuka was my girlfriend, then differently than other superficially good dreams this one didn't went sour in the end albeit a little chaotic. I woke up feeling really confused as to why this happened at all since I don't find myself obsessed at that point, this is where a wave of intense shame on my pathetic position in relationships should come over me but in reality I felt a simple and childlish joy at the very fact that anything that I could've felt in that strange episode was good, a good feeling that could be experienced by me or anyone in the past or the future. I believe that before anything that comes after death one is exposed to all kind of emotions, even if I forget everything I'd want to feel that innocent and adventurous feeling of spaceless warmth I felt in that dream.