Eyes shut tight like I was in real pain, an outburst of tears trickled down my cheeks. I struggle to open my eyes to see if I was dreaming but alas!Tis'reality!
I woke this morning dreaming the strangest of dreams. The ones where you can actually feel your legs hurting like you were running after a train. Or even your shoulder blades hurting as if you swam for your life. I could see myself running away, driving a bike, speaking to my friends...the ones i just make polite conversation with. Standing in places I have never been to. It all doesn't seem to make sense but I think to myself while dreaming, "its a dream, its just a dream."

Tired and breathless as I wake, I gasp at the thought of what seemed so surreal and even more strangely real. A dream or a nightmare, I do not know. For when I got myself back to normal I just knew I didn’t like waking to find myself crying and literally.
Thinking about it, I remembered someone once told me, dreams are what you see when you have bottled up emotions and what you really think. But instead of everyone trying to interpret the dreams, can’t a dream just be a dream? And feelings left as feelings, whether bottled up or not!

"open your eyes" I kept saying aloud. Knowing where I was and unconsciously aware of who I am, I realize the dream was no more than a dream. Life changing in its own way and even though I want to write more about it and probably even write the whole dream, I cannot seem to find the perfect words.
To quote a new friend i befriended few weeks ago, "For once the writer has no words!"