don't get excited. it's only your imagination.

The simplicity of the sophistication is astounding.

I had absolutely everything I wanted. There were no freaky monsters popping out of tree stubs that longed to kill me. There were no zombies that tried to destroy mankind. There were no parents, no pointless teachers, no school...

Something was wrong. This was all too perfect to actually be reality.

But I'm not jumping from place to place without knowing specifically where I am. I'm not watching Inception, with the hopes of actually dreaming within a dream. I'm not controlling my thoughts.

I'm not dreaming. This is reality. This is actually happening...

RINNNGG!!!! RINGGG!!!!

Alarm...shut...up. This is way to perfect to be ruined...

Wait. I was dreaming? That was all a dream? My perfect life, my happiness? Gone? A dysfunctional society still exists?

I despise dreams. They're so complex. So intricate...so awesome that they almost always seem like reality. Almost every night, I have an insane dream. Something completely off-the-random. Something like giant zombies attacking the world...a murderer destroying plants for kicks...and old man with an intense mouth surgery?

This is the usual craziness happening in my head when my body decides to plummet into a unconscious adventure. But not last night...

Last night, my mind seemed to adapt some sanity. I fell asleep around the 12 o'clock hour (later than usual). I slowly drifted from being able to hear the sounds around me to a complete deep sleep of awesomeness.

Then...the dream began.

I will not elaborate, for my dream may not be considered appropiate to my non-exsistant readers.

But, during the dream, my mind was virtually full of utmost happiness and self-pride (for some odd reason).

Nothing could stand in my way. Until...

That awful alarm clock begins to sound. Curse you, alarm clock.

This is why I hate dreams. Waking up is the absolute worst part. And it's even worse because I get so incredibly excited, thinking my dream was in fact a reality. No. Not real. Fake.

And they make movies about these dreams. About dreams within dreams. Dreams within dreams within dreams.

I swear, Inception only made me want to dream my entire life. A profession where you just sleep? Oh, I'm so there.

The complexity of our minds is truly amazing. However, its a horrific sign of lost hope.

Just remember, if you start dreaming, wake yourself up, slap yourself in the face, and make sure you realize it's only your imagination.