I suffered greatly in a dream because of

I had a dream last night, the kind where you wake up wondering why your emotions feel so real after something obviously so fake. I dreamed I lost a son I've never seen or held. Is it possible to want something unreal? To chase after phantoms? To long for illusions? Two realities compete for our attention: the real world reality, and the reality you've nurtured in your mind, one filled with better outcomes and happier ends. And when your dream-mind weaves the two like a fine braid, your heart just goes along for the ride, unsure why fantasy hurts so much like reality.