Imaginary

Am I dreaming...

My entire life has been built upon dreams. I have been dreaming since birth. Not the dreams of goal chasing, but dreams...the kind you get when you zone out. The kind that you have when you look at your significant other.

I tend to believe that our dreams tell us what we really feel and even lead us to our true destinations. Unfortunately, we can't control our imaginations. I like to call my dreams "real" and "fake". The real ones are the deja vu's. The ones where you can really feel the person or object and when you wake up, it lingers with you all day. I love dreaming, but man, it can get scary.

The fake ones are the ones that I usually want to happen. The ones that spring about because of the last conversation you had right before going to sleep and after watching something like Saving Private Ryan (because I seem to always enjoy falling asleep on war movies), you have that outrageous dream where your cousin and Bookie are shooting cows and ostriches. You wake up like, WTF?!

I have this dream...a fake one. But nonetheless, I would like for it to happen. Maybe it will if I click my heels two times...