The Dream

My name is Jense.
I dreamt about you last night.
In this dream, though, it wasn't the past, like how things used to be. It was the present. How things are.
It felt real too. I really thought it happened after I woke up.
We saw each other. You just looked at me. Didn't say anything. Didn't smile. Just looked.
At first, it was hurt. Then disgust. Then anger.
Then you walked away without saying anything.
Without letting me say anything.
Just like reality.
Then I woke up.