I hate dreams.

Because in my dreams, nothing make sense.

One minute I am dying, and the next I am doing something crazy.

It's always because of this that I kinda abhor dreaming.

Because, there are times where the dream really makes you very happy, but when you woke up, you realise it's not true.

That's a nightmare, not because the dream is one, but because you dreamt of something you wished to happened but it never happens.


Then there's those dreams where you can't figure out head or tails what is going on, and when you wake up you dont remember anything.

That in itself is a nightmare.

And then there is one where everything goes totally wrong, and you wake up from it and then say it's a nightmare.



I guess waking up from a nightmare is the best thing to happen, but today something I saw after I wake up from my nightmare makes me smile.

Because, it's what I've been wishing for=)


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