When  I was younger, I had this dream that occurred only a few times, but enough that told me the color of his hair, his eyes, his build, etc, my Knight in Shining Armor.

I never, in the  dreams, see his face.

One day, I met my dream

I thought, my dream come true. 
 
So, I married my dream.

I was in awe of my dream.

For the longest time,  I ate, drunk and slept everything that was my dream.

Then I began to notice that there was a dark side to my dream,
a nightmare.

But,  I would do anything to keep  my dream, no matter how dark.

I felt my dream was worth my  own unhappiness.

My concern was my dream,

After  several years of living the nightmare,

I was becoming my own nightmare.

Eventually,  a person wakes up.

I'm  still sleeping, awaiting to be woke up and see that my dream of true happiness has been lying there beside me.


This is my dream!