I get these dreams... Of alternate realities, where different actions led to completely different stories. Had I done something differently, had I chosen a different action, I dream of its outcome.

I get these dreams every now and then. And I don't like them. They depress me. They scare me. They taunt me. But I always wake up unfazed, without fear. The dream itself is not bad. The contrary. When I wake up, I wake up to a world where I had made the wrong choice, made the wrong decision - or made no decision at all.

I envy the dream - the dream of what it could have been; what it would have been; what it should have been. But what can I do? Unlike dreams, reality moves on. The mistakes I have made cannot be undone in reality.

So I do the next best thing; I make up for it. Patch things up. Make it hurt less.

But even then, I still dream those dreams.