Brunette and Taller

So I had an awesome dream where (this part is not so awesome) where I went through a traumatic experience, and a girl was there too, she was shorter than me, short enough that I could put my chin on the top of her head (lol lil shawty) she was thin and had long straight brown hair. I don’t remember anything else. And we became friends through the experience. She became my best friend. (And only friend, may I add.)

Later I looked into a mirror in my own house, I was a tall girl with long, wavy red hair that stopped at me tummy, I had large brown eyes, pale skin and freckles all over my face. I wore a blue denim jacket. That’s all I remember. I was beautiful, female. I had a real friend. She came to me as I looked at myself in the mirror. “Looking good.” She said. And then I woke up. I started crying.