I wake up, it's a bad dream No one on my side,

I was fighting But I just feel to tired to be fighting

Guess I'm not the fighting kind

-Keane

Many people think of dreams as a way to escape from reality. Dreams are not my escape. Instead dreams are my entrance into reality. As days pass by I find myself avoiding the parts of the life that I don't want to face. As I lay awake in my bed, with the lights of the city still shining although it is the middle of the night, I dream. I imagine miracles and tragedies fusing together to produce an alternate realty in which I can do whatever I want. Then, as I begin to drift away into sleep I see that alternate reality flash before me. But, this time I feel as if I am no longer in control. Instead it is that miracle I was dreaming of, in which I don't get what I want in the end. I see it all, and everything is meant to be perfect, but the reality I was avoiding comes at me like a snake. Subtle at first, but then biting and biting constantly until I can't face it anymore and I feel like coming undone. Then I slowly open my eyes and go back to laying awake in my bed, just dreaming. And the cycle continues over and over again. And the reality in the snakes venom keeps biting. That swollen wound soon becomes to much to bear, and I don't want to dream anymore.