Why?

I can never forget some dreams I had as a child, but it seem now adays, those things are fleeting. What I see when I dream fades quickly, and I usually only have fragments left. Those fragments can overwhelm my thoughts, and take center stage from dawn to dusk. Sometimes it is a funny feeling left over and I find myself sniggering even when I'm not really sure why. Other times it is a rememberence of a nightmare and the feeling of dread that swallows my day.

When I dream, it is in color for the fun, happy things, but for the nightmares and sad dreams, I get to stay in a Sepia color tone. That makes it all the more entertaining or all the more unpleasant. But even now, it is only the scraps of dreams left over that I get to glimpse. There are times when I wake up and I know it was a really good dream and I just want to close my eyes and re-enter that special trance called sleep. Alas, it is never to be. Why can't you recapture those moments?

I pray and wish for dreams to fill my life once again, in my sleep, my daytime, and my nightime. I want to be able to have the creativtiy of my childhood and the utter innocence that time has stolen from me. Let those dreams, the good and the bad, come once again and fill my head, so that I might start each day with more than fragments to sustain me.