Dream with me.

Dreaming feels like what eating marshmallows is like. Or maybe cotton candy. You know, the way it just melts in your mouth, the sugariness of it all lingering in your mouth, even when it's all gone.

It sounds like everything around you. Yes, you feel like you are actually there. You hear the sounds of birds that fly upside down. You see yourself and yet not at all. Everything is there, and yet it isn't. It's what you have seen, but never thought of. What you know, but can't understand.

Maybe this is confusing, but sometimes you awake from a dream, and it made no sense. You talked to people you've never met, about things you don't know, or made love with someone you don't like. 

Dreams make your heart race. You may wake up in the middle of the night, in a pool of sweat, because you were running from someone. Or you saw something awful, only you can know. Those are nightmares, they are normal. They make you feel alone in your bed. They make the dark places seem evil, like maybe there is a man in your closet after all. 

Dreams are powerful. They can come true sometimes. Maybe you won't know they do until it happens. Maybe they never do. But who cares? Dreams aren't just for babes, the weak or the young. Dreams are an escape from reality, a better place, a different place, or an encouragement/reminder to appreciate what and who you have.