Every night, I've been having these dreams. Every night, you force me to make the choice that I'm so scared I'll eventually have to make. I wake up and instinctually reach for my phone, just like I did for morning after morning before I went to sleep. For a few minutes, every day, it all comes back. And the truth is, I still don't know what to think. At this moment, from where I sit, none of it seems real.