... I'll Follow You Anywhere
Why do dreams have to be so evocative?
Why do you have to wake up sometimes wishing that the dream was real and the real was dream?
Fractured as they are they still contain the seeds of hopes, hidden desires (and with me... a heck of a lot of desires). Lately I have been thinking about and dreaming about the same thing. The good part is, that the dreams make me happy. The bad part is, eventually you begin to believe that the dream is true and you stop facing reality. So how does one, protect oneself from that?
I know that they aren't real even when reality intrudes in a dream (as they are wont to do) but the hidden hopes associated with dreams can either make one happy or hurt.
Then again, maybe a dream is just a dream.
Why do you have to wake up sometimes wishing that the dream was real and the real was dream?
Fractured as they are they still contain the seeds of hopes, hidden desires (and with me... a heck of a lot of desires). Lately I have been thinking about and dreaming about the same thing. The good part is, that the dreams make me happy. The bad part is, eventually you begin to believe that the dream is true and you stop facing reality. So how does one, protect oneself from that?
I know that they aren't real even when reality intrudes in a dream (as they are wont to do) but the hidden hopes associated with dreams can either make one happy or hurt.
Then again, maybe a dream is just a dream.