I dreamed I was with my boyfriend and I was enjoying my time with him. Then he told me "I have to go at 3.30/4" and he said it's time I went home. I said something and he was like "can I have a kiss first? " and it wasn't much of a kiss just a peck. At that moment though I became aware I was dreaming and fully aware he was not my real boyfriend but a figment of my imagination.

At that moment I just tried to wake myself up. In the dream I had been lying on his bed for some reason and just as I tried to wake up he jumped on to it. I was confused as to why I was still feeling his presence even though he wasn't really even in the room. As I was waking up I could feel the bed moving and squeaking as if he was still climbing into it, and afterwards there was this overwhelming sense of emptiness and loneliness, but I don't know why. I'll still see him another time, so it doesn't make sense.

Why would this dream have been disturbing me all day? I can't shake it off my mind. I still feel close to tears and it's been over 14 hours since this happened.