Fantasy Vs. Reality

You know when you're having a dream? A good one? Then, someone or something wakes you up? I hate that moment of confusion- when you're not sure whether you're awake or not. When you can't decide whether or not you should or shouldn't believe what you think is going on.

Not white. Not black. No sure answer. It really isn't a nice place to be at- that area of grayish white. But being sure- having the answer- doesn't make it better. In fact, it's somewhat harder than the whole confusion part. Because, even while you're sorting through all the questions and emotions, not knowing what's going on, there's that one reoccurring thought in your mind? The thought of what you hope. The thought of what you want. And having to face the truth... well, that's tough.

"You're awake."
That's the hard cold fact.
Finding out that answer is perhaps the worst part of all. Having to wake up to the reality of what's going on.

You know when someone or something wakes you up from a good dream and you try to go back? You put your head underneath the blankets. You close your eyes. You do everything... but it feels its out of grasp.

The dream has left. It's gone. I hate that.
I hate that feeling of knowing it's over.
That it's done. Why can't the good ones just last?

You know that place between asleep and awake? The place where you can still
remember dreaming. That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be
waiting.-Peter Pan