sweet dreams are made of dreams- who am i to desagree

as i lay down in bed
so it goes again
dreams that come and go
some dreams matter none
some other catch my attention
i thought i was over this
i thought i would no longer dream this

dreams are what u want deep inside ur subconcsient.
i thought i had buried my burden
the burdern that eats me alive- with the eternal possibilities of yes or no.
however when i dream i notice that perhaps there is a possibility ,
b/c everything is as if fairy tales
and wheni wake up- i have just fooled myself.

u wake up to the real world
and all the magic, fantasy- is gone
at least u r happy for a cupple of hours(in ur sleep)
however the main issue here is not wether i have dreamt or not, weather it was good or not, it matters what i had dreamnt about.
u know those good dreams that come and go- and u wished they had happened in life?

when these dreamas in ur slumber sleep don´t happen in life-
they r like a nightmare that hunts u down- b/c u so badly want it to happen.
either ur being reminded about the forgotten,
either u r forced to take a position in life,
or either to just challenge u to see how much of this fantasy adrenaline can u take.

maybe dreams are all the truth that lies within us.
i nonetheless whish this last wonderfull dream was not a truth in me
b/c this - what i have within-it´s something out of reality-
something i know it wont happen
something that depends on both x and y variables-
and at this moment of life i only have one of the variables.

it is the possibility of the impossible(improbable)
dream of the unreachable
its all make belief
its all lies
its all too hard to accept-
that when u wake up-
the scene has vanished and u cannot repeat it while awake.