I wish I had never woken up. Life is so much better in that other world. Why I can't I remember my dreams, or even why they make me feel so good? Why must that beautiful world be shattered by daylight, leaving nothing but vague sensations? Dreams, don't leave me, or at least leave me with more than just memories of an emotion quickly fading. Why can't life be more like a dream?
Oh, that wonderful world. A world where anything is possible, a world without the chains of reality. And everything I my heart desires is there within my grasp. Why can't life be more like a dream?
Morpheus, show me a world where all my family lives. Where we are all friends, where grudges don't exist and forgiveness is the norm. Where we speak from are hearts and remove our masks and our souls are one. Coming together as one body as we debate both the utterly trivial and the consequentially monumental. Playing childish games with friends regardless of age or maturity. Interacting through friendship that reaches beyond prejeduce and social laws. Holding hands with the unlikeliest of people as we venture out into this grand and beautiful world of communion and companionship. Could you please tell me? Why can't life be more like a dream?
And Phobetor, what beautiful creatures will you show me tonight. Send me the wonderful creatures of this earth but keep from me your nightmares tonight. Though I walk through your dark forests, I marvel at all the strange creatures here. Of what use is fear here in this wonderful world of mine. I can wrestle with the tigers and run with the wolves. Even the birds cease there flying in the sky to come keep me company. Does anybody know, why life can't be more like a dream?
Phantasos, take me to places greater than reality. Take me to places beyond my grasp. Let me scale the highest mountains or even walk on the fluffy cloudtops. Or let me play where the true warriors stay, clashing swords with samurais and ninjas. Or let me go back up to my home, where my friends still stay. Can you explain to me, why can't life be more like a dream?
And you my Dark Angel, won't you be with me tonight? And if you do, nolonger will you be my Dark Angel but you'll shine like the Angel you are. And I'll confess to you my soul and speak of things that words cannot describe. Can I hold you tonight? Let me just bask in your beauty tonight. Let me forget the pains of the waking world. Some say dreams are meaningless and full of nonsense, but I don't care whether there is meaning to this or not. When I dream, the what and the why are meaningless and all that matters is the feeling, the joy, the ecstasy. A feeling destined to die in the dreadful morning. Why why why. Why can't life be more like a dream?
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