Dreams

After long days of schooling and working I go to sleep so I can be in my dreams. My dreams are mostly good, and full of happiness. I dream in color, and everything in my dream seems real until I wake up. When I wake up every morning and realize the dream isn't real, I get sad because I was hoping that it would be real. One night I had a dream that I was a dancer, and I was a professional dancer....unlike how I am in reality. However, I choose not to go into detail about that one. At one time I was dreaming of becoming a singer, but I realized that it wasn't meant to be as i progressed in life. Now that I am 19, I dream of becoming a writer and an artist. However, I still want to keep my host job as I progress toward my current dream career. One night, I was dreaming of something awesome. I was dreaming that I was in a meadow of beautiful flowers, I there was nothing I had to do and no place I had to be at. The meadow of flowers was colorful, and they were various types of flowers. Birds sang as I was sitting in the meadow. Blue jays were singing.