Try not to be so all alone, touching my stomach when groans, 'cause it's as much as filled with stone and my heart just beats in monotone

I dreamed about this man at college whose job was to help people with their disabilities or long-term illnesses, give them the support they needed. I thought I would talk to him, but I was scared he wouldn't believe me, so I sat in a wheelchair as I spoke to him, just in case. I can't remember what I told him, but I remember crying, and his empathy. Throughout the whole dream, I felt guilty. Maybe because I didn't really need his help anymore, all I wanted was to tell him everything that had happened, I just wanted him to listen.

Sometimes I wish I could show people these dreams. They are quite realistic. They make me realise that as much as I try or pretend to be, emotionally I'm not really over it all yet.