sometimes i wish my dreams were real. other times that the reality were only a dream.
the reality can weigh too much on the mind. where as dreams simply navigate throughout the subconscious each and every night when we fall asleep. they are gone upon awakening, never to be had again. sometimes it can be disappointing to wake up and realize it’s just a dream. sometimes it’s a relief to realize that you aren’t falling.
do dreams matter though? and why? is it the mind trying to tell you what it is that you really think and feel? or, are they just fogged visions of things we can’t bring ourselves to do in reality?
the real question though, is whether you can make the reality a dream? those rare times in life when you can step back and realize that life is a never ending dream of good and bad. what a wonderful gift. the free will that life gives each and everyone is so astounding to think about. we have the ability to choose and make of ourselves what we want.