So what is a dream?
Is it a fantasy of what we want?
Maybe it’s the life we want to live?
Or it could be what we don’t want to happen…
It could possibly be things that will happen in the future.
How come we remember some dreams, but not others?
Are some just more significant than others?
How long do we dream?
For only a few fragile moments?
Or perhaps for as long as we sleep…
A dream…
What is it?
Will it be the same for every person?

We are one drop in an ocean of water.
One grain of sand on an endless beach.
A single sparkle in a bottle of nail polish.
A lone word in the Dictionary.
The solitary star in the sky.
Who was it that said we were just one?
They were right.
But they were also wrong.
All of us are more than one.
I am me,
You are you,
She is she,
He is he…
There is no we.
I am my own ocean,
You are your own beach,
She is her own bottle of nail polish,
He is his own Dictionary…
There is a certain word to describe every unique person.
That is, Individual.
Singular.
Distinct.
Separate.
Single.

I was so nervous when I enrolled for college.
The thought of moving out and living on my own terrified me.
So on my first day of class,
There really were butterflies in my stomach.
I walked into class about 10 minutes early.
Better early than late.
Alone I sat in the front row.
Other students trickled in slowly.
There were 17 of us total.
Finally, the professor walked in.
And I was sure glad that he did…
Mr. Professor was no doubt the most attractive man I had ever seen.
He had messy, mousy brown hair that fell loosely over his eyes.
He had a strange, crooked mouth that easily curled up into a smile.
His eyes were strange…
One was a light, minty green-grey.
The other was a brown that was the color of Root-Beer.
And his voice…
It was relatively high for a man.
But it sounded perfect.
When he was reading the class syllabus,
I didn’t comprehend a word he said.
I wanted him to notice me.
So I raised my hand and asked questions.
Questions about the future,
The grading system,
Big projects,
Everything and Anything.
Mr. Professor definitely noticed me.
Mission accomplished.
I literally did everything to get him to like me.
I dressed exceptionally well for class.
All of my homework was done perfectly.
An A+ student.
But at the end of the trimester,
I realized that none of my insane fantasies could come true.
He is my teacher.
But that never stopped me from loving him.

Oh wow…
Wowie wow wow wow!
He sure is cute.
His name is Kevin.
And I’m in love with him!
I don’t know much about Kevin, though.
He used to play football,
Until he blew out his knee.
But I bet he was real good!
Now, he’s majoring in chemistry.
It would be a lot better if he were smart…
Unfortunately, Kevin has a sponge for a brain…
He doesn’t know the difference between a mixture or a substance.
I don’t even think he knows his face from his ***…
It’s a good thing he’s cute though.
So very cute.
His hair is very short and black.
It frames his angular face like a beautiful picture of Queen Victoria is framed in a diamond frame.
Kevin’s eyes are blue.
A miraculous, bright blue.
It’s a good thing that he’s cute,
Because he really is a brick…

The days of Summer ooze out of the calendar.
As the days multiply, I find myself losing my sanity.
No real routine to keep me in line.
My contact with the outside world slips through my fingers.
What I used to know leaks out of my entirety.
There is simply nothing real for me to do.
All of what I do is one big mirage that fades away as Autumn nears.
As Summer drips outside my reach,
I thank the Lord that the mild hell-hole known as Summer is gone.
That is when I start to pull and tug at the amazing wonder of Autumn.
I start to love life all over again.
But before I know it, Summer slaps me in the face.

It wasn’t your time to go.
We still had time together.
But the force of death pulled our love apart.
And of course not forever.
When we meet at the Pearly Gates of Heaven,
My heart will once again be complete.
But until then,
Farewell.
Farewell to all of the good days we had together.
I still have memories, but,
Memories aren’t the same as actually living the memories.
So until we meet again,
Goodbye.
But not forever

I’m not Jewish.
I just want to talk about Hanukkah.
Since we have Christmas break, what about Hanukkah break?
It’s a holiday, too…
What an interesting holiday, Hanukkah.
The story of the Maccabees and the candles.
But why doesn’t everybody know about the story?
Everyone knows the Christmas story.
Well…
What’s the excuse?
We don’t hear about decorating menorahs,
Or singing Hanukkah songs.
There aren’t any shopping sales to buy Hanukkah presents.
Why?
It’s just as important a Christmas.
What are the reasons?
I feel bad for the Jewish.
They sit and listen to Christians talk about Christmas all year.
Do they celebrate both holidays now?
Well, what can I do?
The Jewish seem to be fine with all of this…