Dreams

Dreams are when you think while you're asleep. Or so I thought. I had a dream it was 2012, the date where some say the world is going to end, and everything in this house led to world. If you opened a cabinet expecting to get a bowl or a glass or something like that, you'd see a world. The part I remember most is turning on the light in the dining room, and seeing my hopes and dreams all in one. I was a wealthy psychiatrist who wasn't fat or ugly like how I am now, that was married, and had kids. (I don't want kids now since I'm only a middle schooler, but if I ever change my mind later I guess that's good.) Then I walked away from that perfect world. I left it for a normal world with flaws of all sorts, and I was happy there. All the dreams I have have meaning. I'm thinking that dream meant I should stop trying to be perfect. In a book I found in my grandma's room said, "It is unfair that we always want what we can't have." Indeed, it isn't fair at all. Another thing involving dreams is that some seem real. For example at summer camp, one girl named Autumn didn't take her medicine at the usual time, and she talked in her sleep. (I think she was dreaming about McDonald's because she said something about a McChicken with a Coke.) And I used to sing in my sleep back when I was in my High School Musical phase. I know that because my sister told me be quiet one night.  If only you could keep some of your dreams with you forever.....