My Dream

Last night I dreamed. Now for most this would be a normal occurrence. But you see, I don't dream. It's a peculiar thing really. It's like a hole is left throughout me. It cannot be filled. In this I am deprived of a right. But I don’t quite mind.

You see, because I cannot dream, I learn to live. Fantasy is long forgotten and instead I gain reality. Other’s lives drift by, wasting away, simply dreaming. But I take what I have. I hold on to what is real and accomplish it.

They don’t realize it yet, but dreaming is what keeps us asleep. Away from what is right in front of you. We’re enraptured by the promise of adventure and magic. The beauty of fictional suffering. This takes life from us.

Now it's a funny thing really. Science has stated that we spend an average of six years dreaming. So in a way, we have two lives at once. In my opinion that sounds exhausting. I don't have to try to make sense of what the world of dreams mean. I simply get to relish in one life.

Of course one life isn't easy to handle. But dreams, as I have just discovered, are much too complicated. What does it mean if I see a duck in a tux? Speaking trees? Purple sky's? I simply don't know. But when I'm awake, I take things as they are. Things make more sense here. You know what's real and what's not. And if you don't dream, you hold no hope for false realities.

Last night I dreamed. I don't think it was one people  would normally have. You see, there were several sets of doors. Each one opened to a different world. But these worlds weren't my own. In fact, I dreamed other's dreams. I have access to my neighbors, my coworkers, and even yours.

Now your dreams are by far the most disturbing I've ever seen. And I know what I said. I know that I said dreams aren't true. But I'm here to warn you. Those nightmares, they aren't dreams. You must tell someone. Before it's too late.