sweet dreams are made of this.

Have you ever had an improbable fantasy, not a dream but something your mind craved, something that kept it driving onward? That fantasy was almost quenching a thirst you've had for quite some time because it has been what you dream of but it was not a dream because dreams do come true. Dreams are reachable, fantasies never come true. Yet you believe in your fantasies because they seem good, sometimes better than you could dream because they were thought up with the mind not the heart. And when the heart is not in play, it has no say, things all of a sudden become simpler. But when the fantasies fall like stars from the sky, skyrocketing out of the atmosphere, it burns a whole in your heart. Something so logical had to work, or at least you thought for sure it would. But of course it was only a fantasy, a fool hardy thought that was selfish and indulgent about things that can never happen. Dreams are pure, fantasies are not. If I could, I would stop myself from having any fantasies spewing, smoldering, brewing in my head. All they bring is empty wondering of why it did not, why could not it have worked. Your world won't come crashing down yet because sweet dreams are made of this.