My fantasies when trying to sleep are out of control. Half-wake dreams of the beautiful future, encounters with boys and girls, incredible success and beyond. I wonder if it's unhealthy to dream so big, when deep down it's practically absurd that any of these fantasies will come true. Though, no one can be definite about anything, and no one should even hope for it: allow life to bring you to where you are meant to be and great if it happens to be somewhere already imagined.
I guess that this is a little part of life - dreaming. Feeling the joy in ephemeral memories, experiencing the wonders of what probably won't happen. It's human, isn't it? To want and to desire and then to experience a glimpse of these coming-to-life through your mind. Astounding that the mind has so much power, and how dreams can make us feel more alive sometimes than reality itself.
But yes, there is always the return to reality...
A longer and different sense of pleasure too. In the real world, out of the warm, comfort of bed - who knows what crazy & (potentially) impossible things could happen and who knows where we are going, but it's not in there… Well hopefully not.. Life is far more exciting anyway when we just don't know.
uhhhhh Hush brain.....
