So I had one of those dreams last night that was all things bright and beautiful. You know the kind? Where you spend the entire dream feeling almost suprised and gratified that something you'd pretty much relegated to "not happening" suddenly starts happening? And then you wake up and realize that you'd just dreamed all that, that none of it was real, and that odds were against any of it ever being real. And so you feel disappointed.
Times like those are when I start to guess how heroin addicts might feel. For a short time the world is all things wise and wonderful. For a short time you exist in a near euphoric state, where you can barely believe you are as happy as you are.
And then it all comes crashing down.
On the other hand, heroin addicts can always get the dream back, whereas I can't and probably wouldn't intentionally if I could. In the end one must prefer whatever reality you are honestly presented with. To live a dream is to live an empty, meaningless life.
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I had a nice dream last night too. Of course, it involved making out with Sayid from lost and hanging out in a scuba school with Veronica mars. hee.
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