I always do. I will tell the most depressing one I've had by far.
On November 18, 2018, I dreamt of this scenario in which it was the last day of senior year, and it was after graduation, as I still had my cap and that cloak shit on, and I was chilling with this girl from my school -- who was apparently my girlfriend -- in the gym, to get our yearbooks signed (tbh I thought she was very cute irl ngl but for the most part I thought nothing of her???), and I was looking back at her while there were Red Hot Chili Peppers songs playing in the background, and I started to tell her of all the fun times I had with her and how prom was a blast. I also apparently took her virginity (as I had some backstory in my head) in the dream which is something. Then, my parents told me I had to go and that the moving truck was ready with all my stuff in it, so we said our goodbyes and exchanged a loving kiss while the RHCP song "Scar Tissue" was about to end. Then I woke up.
I didn't even go to fucking graduation because I knew that only five people (besides the teachers, the teachers for the most part liked my presence) out of that couple hundred actually gave a shit about me. And I definitely didn't go to prom. Nearly started crying after that. I never cry. I don't remember the last time I cried, but that time was about to be my first after a WHILE.
I wish I experienced shit like this. When I think of all the developmental milestones, love experiences, and social progression I have missed due to the fact that I'm not a fucking Chadlite or a Chad, it starts to hurt me deep.