I had a dream . .

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental.

 
I had a dream . It was beautiful and it just pulled me in , resistance was out of the question . I knew going in , that this was just a dream and it would end soon . Oh , how wrong could I have been ?  The dream took shape , it bloomed and grew . To watch it transform so closely was an experience in itself.  It seemed so real , fascinating . It seemed so life like . It made me feel something  I had never felt before. It gave me joy . It made me feel alive .  The dream was just so perfect . What I would not give to make this dream stay .

Hours passed by , the dream had me under its spell . A spell I would happily cast myself into a million more times .  I believed everything the dream said . I believed because I wanted to believe .We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing. The dream showed me worlds I had never seen . The dream became the center of everything .  Essential things became unimportant . The dream seemed to overpower everything it came into competition with . The dream showed me happiness , it showed me pain , it gave me thrills and it gave me disappointments . Sadly , It gave them  all at once .


Time was short. It would be morning soon . What will I do without my dream ?  How will I survive ?  The mind knew all along that dreams wouldn't last  . The heart said otherwise . I was too deep to leave the dream and walk back . I wanted the dream to come along . Come all the way .The best thing about a dream is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it is really happening. Not knowing what it would do to me or what it would do to itself , I pushed the dream to stay .


The dream did stay . My fascination with the dream grew stronger . It was magical all over again . In the midst of all this ,  I lost sight of the bigger picture . The picture where dreams can't stay forever . I fought , I cried ,I laughed , I talked ,I shouted .I did everything I could, to make sure the dream never left .  I was like a drug addict , forcing myself to believe that the high was what I needed most . The night was gradually wearing down. I could see the first rays of the sun falling right on my face. Then , the inevitable happened . The dream decided to leave . Afterall , dreams are never meant to stay .



You may say I 'm  a dreamer 
But I am not the only one . .