for the tiniest moment, its not all true

I wonder what dreams are for. I mean, we lay our heads down every night after getting through an entire day of being awake, and we slip into a new world. Our own world, that our minds have created. We have no say in it, in them, they just happen. And when we wake up, we either feel amazing or depressed or nothing at all. I hate waking up to find out that all the things I just had, have now slipped through my fingers. We wake up from this dream where we have everything we want and then its over, and you realize it was just a dream, just a fantasy. I hate that. I really do. Lately, I've been having these amazing dreams every night. And when I wake up, I want nothing more than to just go back to sleep, to go back to the dream and live out the fairytale. I once heard that dreams are your minds way of dealing with things it can't handle or work out during the day. While that makes sense, I think I disagree. I mean, most of them just leave me feeling empty and frustrated. You JUST had everything you want and now its gone. It was right there a minute ago, a second ago, and now it's gone. And you're left with swollen eyes, an aching body and the knowledge that you have to get on with your life. Go to school, to work. No doubt something you're not looking forward to. And wouldn't it be nice if you could just slip back into that dream world where nothing makes sense yet everything feels right, and where anything can happen and routine is just a meaningless seven letter word.