I don't really want to go to sleep tonight. Sleep brings dreams. It's not something as simple as a recurring nightmare. No, in my dreams I am happy, I am accepted. I am able to make a change for the better and be appreciated by those around me. In my dreams I love and am loved in return. But then I wake up to cruel, cold reality, where I am isolated and forgotten, where there is no one to love and no one who loves me.

I like to imagine that these dreams are glimpses into another life, another version of me who is successful and happy. He doesn't have to force himself to do anything, and he is popular without becoming jaded and selfish. Sometimes I wish fragments of this "dream-me"s character would journey across the dimensions and instill itself in my personality, but I know this is never going to happen. I will be forever left in the shadows of my dreams.