Dreams are weird and strange things. I really do not enjoy what I dream some days. It is almost as though someone is provoking me and laughing at the realization that I cannot have of what I dream. It screws me over and screws me up. It takes me days to shake off the way that I feel after waking up.
and by the way Great tea ginger ale is fantastic.
Okay, back to the dreams:
A few days ago I was given to re-visit the way that I used to so frequently dream. I have blessedly been un hindered in my dreaming of Joe and 'perfection' for at least six months, but like an acme anvil they flattened me and my dream state by rudely interrupting the pleasantries of my dreams.
Anyway, the dreams really sucked, and I'll leave it at that. Sometimes the torture of the dreams I feel really does hurt every day. I wish for the 'reality' I dream about, but I know that it can never be.
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