Dreams
Dreams. They are things that you can visions that you can see when you sleep. Some epople see it as an illusion that happens while you sleep. Others just see it as trash. To them, it they may seem like nothing. But to me, it's everything. To me, dreams are a gateway, a great, mysterious, magical portal to a whole new world, a whole new way of life. In my dreams, I can be anywhere at anytime. I can be with anyone anywhere. I can do anything I want to do. Here, I can be anything I want to be. In my dreams, I can fight, dance, explore, anything. In dreams, the world is my playground. When I lay down and close my eyes, I create. In my dreams, the world is a storybook and I am the author and character. I control what happens next. In my deams, there are no problems, no rules, and no limits. In the real world, when I wake up, all I usually see and hear are tragic things happening all over the world. And yet, people tell me to stop dreaming and get back to reality. But why would I want to be looking at reality, a cold, harsh, "it's all about me" world when a better world that I can create is just around the corner. This is my imagination. This is my little world. This is my dream. What's your's?
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