Sour Dreams

There are those morning I wake up to utter despair.

I feel crushed, hopeless, and breathless.

Most of the time it's because of a nightmare. 

One where I'm falling, or someone I love is in danger.

True Bad Dreams.

But there are other days, that the dreams aren't so bad.

I have a reoccurring dream, one that brings tears to my eyes in the morning.

But to be honest it's not a bad dream.

It's a good one.

It's a future I wish I had.

I wake up to find that what I want isn't real, and that's when the my chest gets heavy and hard to bare.

I want so much to just go back to sleep but I know that even if I do it wont be the same.

Those are the days that don't go well. 

The days that I find myself daydreaming, reminiscing, and rooted in the past.

 Imagining how things could be or could have been.

I love the picture above.  Why?

Because that is exactly what I feel bad dreams are somethings, big scary monsters!

Bad dreams are monsters that scare you when you are sleeping.

But what about the good dreams?  Are those monsters too?