I really hate dreams, why do I dream when
the reality would be as cruel as ever? Why that perfect paradise exists in
dream when it’s going to be hell indeed?
That virtual happiness I feel while dream seems most real, what happens
when reality takes its turn? Don’t you feel like, damn! It was only a dream.
This reality is real nightmare. Pleasant dreams are to be blamed for making
life so unfair.
On the contrary, nightmares I like. They
make me realise how worst things can go. When my sleep is broken out of
nightmare, how thankful I feel. Sigh! It was
just a dream, and wow it’s not going to be real. Thanks heaven, reality is so
beautiful. Suddenly a bad dream changes the whole perception of my world.
But, hey can’t I be left with just what is
real? Do I really need a reminder of how awfully worst and how beautifully best
life can be? While the reality is going to play safe forever. Always threatening for worst and always
giving false hopes for best. Couldn’t life be as humble?
