"Don't worry, my dreams are vivid enough not to miss you too much."
Dreaming of people far away, and close enough to touch. Dreaming of events not happened yet, though already great memories for me. As much as I like my dreams to display what I want to see, it's getting harder to see the difference. The past couple of weeks my dreams and therefore my nightmares too, have become more realistic than they ever did. Things I'd like to see happen, people I'd like to see are there. Every day the dreams are getting more vivid. I love it, yet am afraid of it too. I know my dreams are a compensation for what I don't dare to do in real life, places I don't go yet wish to, conversations I will probably never have. All of them find a way to my memories and cling to the old ones. Soon I will start to get confused over what really happened, and what I only remember from those nights.
For now, I'm glad for it. It keeps me content with the life I have, even if I'm only partly living it for real. There comes a day though, I'm sure of it, that I will have those dreams every single night, and forget to live at daytime. When and if I'm there, I can only hope I'll see the difference, get my stuff and start the real life again. Until the time my real life can start being as good as my dreams, I'm right here. In my head.