Dreams.
They're not meant only for the night.
They follow you throughout the day.
Dreams.
Some disappear with the rising of the sun.
Some disappear with the opening of your eyes.
Some cling.
Some stay.
Dreams.
They unite us 'round a campfire or walking down a wood path.
They skip into our memory in unexpected moments.
They catch us unawares.
Dreams.
Some say we dream in black and white. Some say we dream faceless people. Some say we dream meaningless nothings.
Some say dreams are built from memories. Some say dreams are random. Some say dreams are the brain's way of entertaining itself at night and confusing us in the morning.
Some say dreams hold answers.
Dreams.
They're important.
...And strange.
Dreams.
Sometimes they hurt.
Sometimes they hurt a lot.
Sometimes they make us sweat
or scream
or wish to never sleep again.
Dreams.
Sometimes they inspire.
Sometimes they are exactly what we need.
Sometimes they help us hope
and write
and assign purpose to what we don't understand.
Dreams.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams you lose your heartaches; whatever you wish for, you keep."
