Dreams

Falling from the Empire State building
Fighting off three men, and failing
Discovering bones and a skull after the water drains in a bath tub
My dreams, they are nightmares. Strange occurences that hardly make any sense
These so called dreams, they are merely fodder
Something to keep me occupied when I am sleeping
Real dreams are those that pop up when my eyes are open.
Ones that consist of escape, of liberation
Life outside the monotony
Personal growth
Bliss
Because I miss out on those when i am sleeping, I will have to experience them in real life
Make them my own goals, my own dreams.