Dreams are a joke.
All dreams are nightmares when you wake up to find none of it was real.
They tell you to follow your dreams and make yourself into something you're proud of, but when I've been lied to about what's possible, every night after I've rolled into bed and fallen asleep, "what's possible" is a blurry line.
Don't follow your dreams, because more than likely it's impossible to achieve them, or maybe my subconscious is simply far too ambitious. But you're better off setting goals while you're awake, able to create a realistic endgame.
I cannot emphasize enough how many times a dream has broken my heart.
