It's Just A Dream

Why is it that when I sleep, in those moments when I dream, I am a completely different person? The lack of confidence, of self-worth, either rises or fades and I am another being, an individual unlike the person I am when I am awake.

I am not lonely, never lonely, in my dreams. You're there, so close and so real, like sunlight on my skin after a gloomy day of rain and cold. It's just a dream but you're with me. We do those things we can't do when I'm awake and there are no limits. A trip takes an instant but the memory of it is still full and rich like the real thing. We went to the museum the other night, admired the paintings of ancient masters, laughed and got lost, questioned the visuals and asked each other "What does it say to you?" while trying not to giggle over how stuffy we sounded.

While we thought it was ridiculous, we still shared how the paintings made us feel, what we saw, and learned more about each other.

A blink of an eye later, we were in the park. The lighting was surreal, gold and silver blended to illuminate the flowers, giving them an ethereal glow as if they were all haloed angels in a rainbow of colours.

Then we were kissing and the swelling emotion in my heart paled in comparison to the emotions of real life. The love of dreams has no boundaries and no deception. It is love in its purest form and you can fall in love every night with a different person...or so it was before I met you. Now it's all for you.

It's morning, we're lying side by side in your bed. "Mmmmemory foam," we keep saying to each other and laugh, how we laugh! This is more memory than dream but it's not real. There's more light than ever before, drifting in through the window. There are no dust motes in the air, just illumination, our laughter, our skin touching as we cuddle and I'm left to realize, in a part of my mind, that it's just a dream.

There's no time, no schedule.  There's just us; you and me, close like we can't be in life, closer than we were before. No limits and no boundaries.

Dreams are the lives we want most for ourselves and the instrument of hope.