30
Days, 30 Letters
Day 5 - Dreams
Dear Dreams,
You're weird. Okay? There, I said it. You're weird. I
don't know if it's because I'm weird, but I never
know what the heck you're trying to tell me. When
certain people that I don't even care especially about keep
replaying in my dreams, are you trying to tell me something? What
about all of those school dreams? Should I be scared of school
next year, or is it just natural? And what about all those
dreams in which my clothes randomly fall off in the
middle of the hallway? That's got to mean something; it's
a dream I have all the time. Seriously. I love dreaming, because
it's an escape and it helps you realize who you are when
you wake up. It makes me feel human to dream. Don't get
me wrong; dreams are awesome. I would love some answers,
though, fellas. Any time you really plan on giving me the
answers to my hidden dreams, tell me.
Love,
The girl who'll be seeing you tonight
P.S. It's scientifically been proven that you may be dreaming
every second of your sleep. So, in that case, I want to know
exactly what my dreams are. I wish you wouldn't make me
forget them.
