Our dreams are held back by reality. Never lose sight of your dreams. When you close your eyes, everything you see if just as important as real life. Those dreams remind you of the freedom you could have if you really wanted it. You may not to be able to fly without wings, but that doesn’t stop you from flying and reaching for the stars. Dreams are there to remind us of how fun it is to put reality on the shelf and enjoy the wild, crazy, untouched sides of life. We can be who we want, when we want. That doesn’t change in reality. Your dreams are reaching out to you. If you ignore them, you will be stuck in a reality base world with no room for anything but what the eye’s see. What’s more important, is the stories you see when your eyes are closed. Every dream is a short story, a vivid showing of what could be or what has already been. Open your eyes and keep your dreams alive.
Ever since I could remember, I have been a dreamer. There hasn’t been one night of my life that I can recall not having a dream or a nightmare. As a kid this used to frighten me at times. I didn’t know if it was normal for me to dream every time I fell asleep. Not only did I dream at night but even during the day or when I’d doze off. As time went on I became more understanding of my dreams. I knew that there wasn’t anything wrong with a kid who dreamed too much. I even started to like my nightmares. I was already a big horror fan so my nightmares were like scary movies, only I was the star.
Today, I still dream constantly. My dreams aren’t simple dreams. Most of the time I can’t even tell when I’m dreaming. I become so engulfed in the imaginary world around me when I’m sleeping. Everything is just as real as anything to me when I were awake. At some point in time my dreams and nightmares became an escape from life. When I was going through tough times I always looked forward to going to sleep because I knew I didn’t have to deal with real life issues. After my father passed when I was in the 7th grade, my dreams had become more important to me. My dreams became the only place I could spend time with him. I have memories of my father from my dreams that are just as important as the actual memories we shared when he was alive. After his death, I tried to dream of him every night by thinking of him all day. Sometimes it would work, sometimes it wouldn’t. Either way, I knew I’d see him again and I was happy with that.
Even when I wasn’t dreaming of my father, I was dreaming about something so out of the ordinary that it seemed real to me. In my dreams, I could be anything or anyone at anytime. I really took a liking to this. I’ve been kings, presidents, lion tamers, ghosts, animals, superheroes, you name it and I’ve been it inside of my dreams. This was a whole different world outside of the real world. Sleep became a nightly adventure for me. There was no telling what I was going to be when I closed my eyes. I just knew I wasn’t going to have to feel the burden of real life. Til this day, dreams are still my escape and they always will be. When life gets me down, I fall asleep and drift away from anything and everything real.
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Never let a dream go to waste. Don’t let the nightmares of reality tarnish your dreams. Keep a positive vibe and drain out the negativity. In your mind, you can be whatever you want to be. As long as you believe you can do something, there’s always a very real possibility it could happen. The sky is the limit and the ground can’t hold you down.