Last night, I had a dream, and when I woke up, I cried because what I experienced was only a dream.
In this dream, I experienced something that I'd only seen glimpses of in my whole life. I cried not only because the events that took place were only a dream, but the fact that within the dream, I was fully aware that it could only possibly be a dream; everything was too perfect. The dream haunts me.
It wasn't one of those dreams where you have everything you ever wanted like money, a car, a plane, a great house...or even big blue box...but something achievable, something that shouldn't be difficult, something that others seem to be able to obtain with ease, but I don't seem to be able to do. It's almost as if my mind tried to cheer me up by presenting me with what I wanted, but the kindness backfired...or was it giving me a kick up the arse to do something more about it?
What happened in the dream? I was happy.
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