The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
In the dream, you are sitting with all your friends at a diner. She with her long hair and twinkling eyes sits across from you, and around her are the arms of another man. The conversation bounces back and forth, always missing you by such and such. It is bright outside, and you stare out the window at the parking lot, waiting for the charade to end. “Even in your sleep, you’re alone,” you think to yourself. You wake to a pounding headache and drag yourself out of bed as you mechanically dress and prepare for another day. You decided to go for a walk, and you hardly notice it is raining the entire time.