I wish I closed my eyes a little longer just to dream, to dive into the fantasies of subjective realities hiding under the subconscious. It scares me to death; what I see and I wake up to reality. I tell myself “that was just a dream”.
Maybe reality is a dream and what I dream, a reality. More often than not, I dream of waking up only to realise “that was just a dream”. Sometimes I wonder how I have gotten this far.
Now I don’t know what a dream is.