'maybe we're living a dream'.

i awoke at 6 into the morning. my eyes practically sprung open. i was dreaming. it felt real. i was actually living. i felt like i was alive and living. every breath i took, it felt scarily real. finally, everything felt real and perfect. and suddenly snap, i awoke. it all faded away. there i was lying on my back again.

i heaved. i couldn't breathe. i closed my eyes so tight. i was forcing air through my nose. it was real, i told myself. but, really, who was i kidding? i was dreaming, right? i wanted to scream, i need to. my chest was heaving. my skin around my body felt tight, like someone was pulling at it really hard. i felt like i was going to die anytime. well, i didn't though, quite obviously...

i was confused. really confused. so i told myself to close my eyes and go back to sleep and forget everything... apparently, it didn't work. it wouldn't anyhow.

maybe one day we would all just melt away into our dreams and live it forever. that way, wouldn't it all be better? wouldn't we all be happier?