Dreams
Dreams only occur while sleeping. Some of them will come true, but some of them don't.
It's like living in a bunch of fantasies and realities at the same time. Everybody has
dreamed about finding true love, become successful lawyers, and/or whatever. Some say that
in a lot of studies, there's a lot of difference between the dream itself and the real
world, or so I thought. Sometimes, those real dreams will have turned into real, bad
nightmares, but they're not; these dreams are just actual dreams. But then, when waking up
by sunrise, its back to reality. When people are sleeping, they dream of being on top of
the world or rich beyond their dreams, but in their wake, it's different. We're all
humans; we all have dreams and they're easy to go after, especially good ones. Looks like
these dreams are going to be with us for the rest of our lives. And if these dreams keep
up, then all of our dreams will be endless. I guess those dreams are worth going after.
Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011
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