Why is it that dreams are so magical. In dreams, all sorts of things manifest so much easier than the Reality we live in. We fall in love, we meet people we totally created but never met. Wishes come true and the most impossible things happen. I woke up just remembering the ending of my Dream as always everything else was a blur. I know I had a whole story plot only to remember just the end. I remember me telling a female who was apparently a great friend of mine in that realm that I needed a house. In that reality, all she did was make a phone call. She was just like oh, I know someone who has a whole house you can stay at for free! Just that simple, she states that I used to live there but I’m leaving and the house is just there. So this mysterious owner whom I also know in that reality had no issues what so ever letting me stay in a house, for free. Why is it that in our dreams nothing seems impossible. In dreamland, its like its normal to just have something that is so impossible in the world that we wake up to every day. Who in would just say here oh you can just take this home just like that. Even the richest people don’t have empathy like this. We live in a society where everyone is worried about the next Apple phone. Well, we seem to have dreams that defy the norm in this universe, sometimes I feel when we sleep we end up going to a place where we really can attract things that we really desire. We do have nightmares though, I can remember waking up crying because I thought my son disappeared and I couldn’t find him. He was just a baby the sadness I felt was so real I woke up crying and running to check on him to make sure he was there with me. I hardly dream or maybe I don’t remember them but when I do it’s always something I end up thinking about for the rest of the day. Why is it so hard to find a beautiful home for your family and just live. In this world, you have to go through so much bullshit just to rent a square box and pay it with paper and if you don’t have that paper or that electronic virtual nothing you end up being homeless. In my dream all it took was just one phone call, the owner came shook my hand and was ok with it like it was the norm. Just made me wake up and think why is it one way in a dream and why is it another way when you wake up. Maybe reality is the nightmare that I can’t wake up from. The society where people feel like they’ve made it by having a few possessions. No wonder I’m the black sheep of the family. I feel like the oddball all these things that people care about don’t move me the same. Sometimes I wish I could go back into my dreams, I hate when I wake up and didn’t get to finish having that experience so it’s like a cliffhanger. The people in my dream that I knew and had a relationship with just vanished. Can you imagine if your dreams were actually memories of a life you lived? How do you just close your eyes for a few hours and you end up talking, walking and just existing in a whole other place never seeing your self but knowing it’s you. Dreams are amazing.