Stuff Dreams Are Made Off

I love dreams. Tell me who doesn't?

After all, this is the place where fairies actually exist! This is the place where I can take my imagination out for a walk and flirt with my ideas. This is the place where I get to play God.

It was here, in my dreams, that I first discovered the taste of freedom. It was here in my dreams, on an adventure through the lush green forests, that I found my spirit. It was here, that I first fell in love! Limitless, as if under a spell, I can gallop over ferocious volcanoes and walk on violent rivers, leaving behind an aura finely weaved together by magic. 

"Our world" disappears to give way to "my world". My world, a fairy tale, quietly unravels into a dark fantasy as it teaches me the harsh lessons of life. That feeling of power, greatness, and control which my dream world presents me with is beyond the vague description of a few lame words.

Dreaming helps me find freedom from my mental handcuffs. Dreams help me escape from the mental prison that I keep myself locked up in. Dreams help me get away from my fellow inmates in this madhouse called Earth. Dreams let me hope for a better world. Dreams set me free! This is the stuff dreams are made off.