February 28, 2000: 2am
Dreams are postcards from the places your imagination visits. People you’ve never met or have been programmed to believe. Lying wide-awake in bed, reality takes no time to recognize where it’s been. The different positions we throw ourselves in, is nothing more than walking into another movie theater. Dreams are pushed aside to make room for reality, which you never wake up from. Reality is jealous of dreams—it does all it can to affect every step, which isn’t a step nor do the days on the calendar ever change—that’s reality.