When I dream, I feel. Sometimes I wake with a smile on my face; Others with a tear on my cheek. Some are filled with happiness; Others with death and sorrow. Snatches of the future and the people I will meet. Reoccurances of my past. Some are filled with the desire I hold dear to my heart in the present.
To dream is a wonderful gift. One to cherish and hold dear, no matter what they are. Dreams are the very fabric of our imagination and each and every one is a work of art.