I had a dream.
Dream causes confusion, instability and for a few second, blurs the lines between what’s real and what’s not.
I find myself trying to shout at the top of my lungs, but no one seems to hear.
I try so hard to run away from something… but the path besides me seems to go by in slow motion.
Triple the amount of effort is what I do to fight off one bad dream.
The only good part is when I wake up and realize…

Dream, we can wake up from.
Life never sleeps even in dream.
What happen in dream, happen in life.
Every day, we try to shout so loud, so that people would hear.
We triple, quadruple the amount of our effort to run as fast as we can away or toward something.
We try even harder than we do in our dream.
But never get to wake up to pause, to breath, to realize… that it’s all okay.

So much we can do in dream, so much we can do in life.
Dream ends, but life goes on.
We can shout louder…
Or we can wake up, and realize… that it’s all gonna be okay.