Well, It's almost 12:30am and here I sit. Unable to sleep. Oh how I wish I could fall asleep.
I love sleep. I truly do....
I love to dream, and not the daydream type.
I love the feeling of being in an alternate world where anything truly is possible.
At least there I can reach my goals, no matter how crazy they are!
I wonder what would happen if our dreams were the reality, and reality was a dream. Life would be far better.
At least if it were according to my dreams!
Yet still, here I sit. In a way, 'dreaming' about dreaming.
Funny how we use the word dream to mean aspiration. Is that because it is unattainable?
If that's true, I will never refer to a goal as something I dream about... because it will never become reality.
My dreams are never about solving a personal crisis. I guess I don't really have any in my life right now.
My dreams are random... and often have cameos, if you will.
I WANT TO SLEEP SO BAD...
I guess I'll go give it a shot.
