I've had a few of those life-time dreams, and they fucked me up real good. Several times I've fallen in love with the man of my dreams (literally) and been depressed for days afterwards when I realize I don't have that anymore. It feels like genuine loss.
And one time I was married to an agoraphobic whoopie Goldberg for 40 years, and woke up just as her sister and I convinced her to leave the fake house we lived in for 4 decades, that was 23 years ago and I still wonder if she would have been able to do it or not.
Fucking love seagulls. Grew up at the beach, gulls everywhere. They used to dig in our trash cans and we had to put heavy weights on the lids. Still fucking love em. They're awesome, amazing trash birds who give zero fucks. I have seen gulls fully steal food from people's mouths. I've seen them sit on windshields and refuse to move so you can drive, including just allowing the wipers to fwap into them repeatedly.
Seagulls aren't cunts. Seagulls serve cunt, and I love them for it.