Sometimes I used to dream. These dreams are so real, nothing like I ever saw, I haven't met those people, I look different and still its so natural...I know those places, I know those people, I do not feel confused, because I lived there...but how? My past lifes? My future ones? The present ones just in different dimensions? There is no way that a dream can feel this real, or is it? How is it can be? Still, I love these dreams, because they are so unburdened by my present problems and agitations, because in there I have different burdens. When I wake up, just for a few fleeting seconds I feel free.
