Real Dreams.
They are those half slept nights when I wake up in the middle of the night though deep down inside I know I'm sleeping.Perhaps it is this state in which all the 'Real Dreams' crop up.These dreams show me the reality I always want to live in. As if a perfect reflection of the world I myself did never explored but wanted to. The situations appear factually very correct, very striking, as obviously they fit in perfectly to the reality...and then begins the endless episode of these Real-appearing Dreams. I smile. I giggle. I cherish these surreal moments which appear so realistic as if the reality is these dreams...or someday will be. I sketch my own reality, sink into these Real Dreams, find peace in them and begin assuming that this is the real Reality...
But these dreams fade away slowly as the daylight breaks. Reality settles in as my conscious soul wakes up.Reality is what dawns on me when I realize that these are Dreams. Although Real...yet Dreams. Real Dreams.How in the world would this innocent mind ever imagine that life does not have Real Dreams?They are mere the manifestations of my subconscious desires. How would it ever believe that soon I'll have to seize the day and face the world? Afterall, what life would be if it was all you knew? Life is not even slightest of what you dream.Life is never what you already know. Life is always new. Life is always different. Life is always Real.
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