dreams

i don't dream much. at least i don't remember much if i do dream regularly.

the one prevelent dream throughout my life has been one of falling off the edge of a tall building. not quite sure what that really means. haven't had that one recently though.

i don't even remember the last dream i had.

i wish i had more dreams. dreams have none of the restrictions of reality. physics didn't matter. geography didn't matter. reality didn't matter. one second you could be here, and the next there. you could do anything you wanted to, and somehow it all made sense while you were in it. you knew it wasn't really possible, wasn't real, but yet it was alright.

i like that sense of knowing things weren't possible, real, but it happening somehow.

i guess i can always dream of dreaming.