In my dreams

I realize every morning that waking up is a great mistake. When you are asleep, you get to dream. And dreams are the gateway to your personal utopia. You get to escape the morbid realities, the agonizing decisions and the disappointments that hold you down.  Dreams let you shrug off the shackles of everyday life, and replace the stress and anxiety with endless opportunity to pursue your passion. All constraints disappear in the blink of an eye.

At night, when all life falls lifeless, time halts and distances grow infinite,  dreaming offers you a window to recall and relive all the beautiful moments you cherish. It brings back people from the dead and shows you how time could be.

It discards reasoning and that’s what makes it appealing. Impossibilities cease to exist. However, the most wonderful gift of all is the gift of memory. When you wake up, all details are washed away, providing you an opportunity to revel in your humdrum existence until you return to its loving care.

I love sleeping because when the eyelids meet, imagination takes flight and reality loses ground. And in that blissful state of unawareness, magic happens.

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