I had a wet dream about Yamato last night, but it wasn’t a raunchy dream at all. I felt actual happiness from it, it also felt incredibly vivid, as if I was literally there.

It started tame. I was visiting Yamato in some rundown but still quaint house she found and lived in, I forgot the little details about what we were chatting about over snacks, she was bragging about her strength and fanaticism for Oden and swinging her kanabo like a sword, but she accidentally destroyed part of the house. I helped her rebuild the house, which was surprisingly quick, but it’s a dream anyway, so it doesn’t matter. Then, after we were like looking out the window, seeing the distant towns in the horizon, I felt very enamored by Yamato, and suddenly, she made her advances while I was hesitant of confessing anything. The dream got intimate, like, real intimate, but it felt more romantic than sexual, despite sex being involved.

I don’t know why, but when I woke up, I actually felt sad. I heard that people feel this way when they glimpse into a fantasy of a different life they could’ve had, but I never imagined I’d feel this way about a fictional character. I was still feeling a bit of the happiness I “experienced” in the dream, too. I’m a married man, I just found out we have a kid on the way, and while I was washing my stained clothes, all I could tell her is that I was pent up.

thanks for reading my shitty blogpost, I guess.