Tall dark un-mysterious

I keep waking up with a sinking feeling, almost as if an anchor has just hit of a deep cold ocean, yet instead its inside me. I wake with a flutter in my stomach and a dissatisfying almost unfulfilling accomplishment of the truth, the sense of reality hits me with the morning sun beaming into my eyes- for the split second i realise the most beautiful pleasure, the most delightful feeling inside was all just a dream- a false existence. It was all just a fantasy. realism sucks