when are things worth it?

in our dreams we can be complete
if we go to sleep
we can wake up home again

dreams; REM variety

This morning I woke up and refused to get out of bed because I liked the dreams I was having too much.

I like to call these the "fake" dreams, because I'm obviously awake but allowing my brain go batshit, since it was kind of ridiculous and all sorts of stupid technicolour.

It was a crossover between real life and The Quiz Show 2, only there was magic involved and lots of Christmas tricks. Possibly set in my grandmother's three story condominium, Yoko - who had a dastardly wide smile on his face - was wooing Sho in a Santa hat. I was going down the street to get some coffee, my brothers were in the house reading Harry Potter, and the scene outside the house reminded me of Italy.

I feel like I should advise my real grandmother not to buy that house she's been eying in some Unplottable place in China... Remind me how awesome brains are again?

I am clearly cut out to be a fantasy author. Also, proud that I've got my priorities set straight. Where's my Italian cappuccino?