Dreams

"The other night dear
as I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
when I awoke dear, I was mistaken
and I hung my head and I cried"

~ You are My Sunshine

Ever had that dream that is so real that it stays with you for the day? It is almost tangible. Its presence lingers, until you aren't quite sure if it really happened or not.

I get those now and then. These days, its seems I am blessed (or cursed) with them more often. Maybe they are a product of my imagination, which I've been told is quite, um .. well, imaginitative.

And just like in the lyrics to the song, you have to awaken from these dreams. Even if thing linger with you, eventually they slip away. The absence of the dream leaves a hollow spot, and the memory echos through it. A warm breeze that dances over your skin, momentairly warm, and then chilly again as the breeze dies.

Cinderella sang that "Dreams are a wish your heart makes when its fast asleep."

I suppose that as long as I can dream, I can hope. Even when the dream dissapates.