I dream of great mansions,
Becoming lost in a world in which I cannot understand,
Where secrets are hidden away, locked, and untouched in the treasured corners of my unconscious yet conscious mind.

I dream of large cities where I wish to escape to.
Intimidating buildings pierce the high sky, the wondrous city sounds never get old.
The soft lights and elegant music spiral about me, and
all the while I'm there sometimes I conclude it's all not a dream.

I dream of talking to strangers, having conversations like I know them but I don't.
They treat me to coffee or extravagant island resorts, and we have the most electrifying trips.
It's like they're real people, but they aren't.

I dream of tumbling freely from high buildings, diving carelessly in the bed of foamy waves of the ocean, and running from places I don't know, but I am never hurt.

I dream of strolling through wide valleys dotted with blades of overwhelmingly tall grass and a sky of white swirling clouds,
And every time I step forward in the vast maze of the valley, plants and flowers sprout from my feet and continue to grow in astonishing speeds,
And the wind caresses me gently as I slowly inhale the salty breeze it possesses.

I dream of being alone, but when I'm alone in my dreams, I'm filled with the comfort of being able to explore the thoughts of my mind.

The comfort of the large houses, the bustling cities whose towers pierce the sky, the strangers who I converse with, the heights I fall from and the waves I fall into, and the green hills, evaded me from reality.