I'm too attached to fictional characters

I'm mainly blogging this because when I was growing up, I was told it was better to tell your bad dreams (to a sink or a toilet) and it would make them go away.
So yes you, you are my toilet.

Anywhoo....
So I had this dream

There's a solemn song playing in the background, some sad music to make you tear up as you stare at a blank hallway of a hospital. You find yourself listening to your deep breaths as you worry what will happen once the camera stops moving and something will appear. There's a shot on Alex's face, close up, he looks confused, upset, hopeful, hurt and a whole lot of emotions that somehow still end up looking adorable. His eyes are wet, but he's not crying, pupils are shaking. You start crying watching him, because you know sh*t is about to go down. Your hands are ripping apart little pieces of the tissue in your hand, heart beating out of your chest making those lub-dub noises they sometimes play in voice over. The camera moves to a vaguely familiar face that you never expected to see on this show again. Her hair is almost at her shoulders, wavy. She has bags under her eyes, but they're smiling up at him. You scream, fangirl heart giddy with glee, and start to cry...nay, bawl just staring at her face. Her lip trembles as it curls into a smile.
"Izzie." Shot to Alex, who has more water in front of his cornea than one would think possible. You bring your nails into your mouth, chowing down on them as your whole body shakes anxiously. The music cooing you in the background.
"Alex." Close up on her face, tears falling onto her smile. She steps forward. Mid shot on both of them, inches apart. You find yourself drawn closer, holding in your tears and your breath, waiting. She lifts a hand to his face, it stops mid way, wary. His hand meets it, fingers wrapping over her delicate palm. He brings it up to his face. You're basically puking tears and happiness. Adrenaline pumping through your veins. His lips part, slowly pressing against her fingers. Tears (finally) falling from his eyes. She wraps her arms behind his neck, foreheads touching.
"Izzie." His husky voice whispers. Their noses meet.
"I love you." You're on your knees shirt wet from all the joy you've been crying and you start hysterically sobbing as she says the words you never thought you'd hear from her again. Lips swim against each other as he presses her toward him.
The music stops, the beat changing to something far less hopeful and far more melancholy. Alex pulls away, face wet with their tears, and looks at her. She lets her eyes stay open for a while before they sweep closed. Another voice/sound over. Her last breath escaping her chest. She falls limp in his hands.
Your heart stops. Body freezing and feeling numb as it all hits you. She's dying.
Nooo you scream. Get me out of this nightmare! I don't want to see this anymoreee
His hands grip against her shoulders. Her head falling back, blonde hair bobbing. You see his chest rise as he starts to cry, hands shaking as he lays her gently on the floor. His hand smooths out her hair, wrapping loose strands behind her ear. He bends his head, letting his ear gravitate above her nose, waiting for a breath, looking for a rising chest. His hand wipes the moisture off his face, clasping against his eyes.
Long shot, her on the floor, not moving. Him, hovering over her, bawling.
You've managed to find a pillow and are holding it in your hand, squeezing the life out of it. You're rocking back and forth, not breathing.
He rises, pressing both palms to her chest as he rocks back and forth, pushing the life back into her. He mutters swears under his breath, and you wonder how he can see what he's doing with those waterfalls coming out of his eye sockets.
Close up on his hands as he lets go, looking for her to breathe on her own. She doesn't.
You scream (pointlessly) COME ON DAMMIT.
He calls for help, eyes locked on the lifeless face of the wife he will never stop loving. Mark appears, shirtless, why? because he can be. He brings an AED, long shot as they strip her shirt (who knew my dreams were so polite). Close up on the two hands in pray position on Alex's face. We hear Mark yell clear and then a zap.
Your pillow is in half, laying next to you on the floor as you rip the hair from your skull.
Another clear, another flat line.
Mark sighs and you break down, because if shirtless Mark cant help you than no one can.
Alex glares at him, pushing the paddles aside and going back to CPR.
Mark stands, pulling Alex away. He fights him, sobbing. Mark wraps two (very sexy muscular arms) around him, pulling him away. Nurse Eli appears, to help hold down Alex...because it takes two to hold down a wrestling king.
You cant breathe, you consider calling 911 yourself. Then Cristina appears, a vision in perfectly ironed blue scrubs. She bends to check a non responsive pulse and gives Alex a pouty sad look. Then everything goes black

I wake up and basically I end up crying for a day and a half.


What was the point of this? Oh, right, I'm too attached to fictional characters. Is this what society has come to? A bunch of TV addicts who think the people on their TV's are real (yeah yeah, I know their not...doesn't make me any less crazy). I mean here I am having extremely vivid and lifelike dreams of watching TV, an episode that my head made up, and I'm not only crying, I'm hyperventilating; and I'm not only crying and hyperventilating in my dream I wake up and I'm a mess, and I stay a mess. Me thinks that's a problem.

But seriously...HOW CAN YOU NOT GET ATTACHED TO THIS?
(start this beauty at :30)