Wildest Dreams

Part 1

They say dreams are a kaleidoscope of your thoughts. To me, I agree, funnily enough. But I think dreams are a tangled web of all your thoughts, feelings and memories. I don't think it's just your thoughts, there has to be something more to it, something bigger, something more mysterious. I just can't put my finger on it yet, and I don't think I ever will. I believe you can meet people in your dreams, but you can't physically touch them or memorise their face and meet them in person, it's absurd and unimaginable. I can't even think about meeting someone that appears magically in my wildest dreams. It's too wild and dangerous, and completely impossible. It is to me, it will never happen.

Dreams are for the restless and creative, not for the realistic and completely swept of their feet type of people. But, wildest dreams, are for the pure, hopeless romantics, that daydream about finding their prince charming. I fit into this category, me, Paige. I've been keeping a dream journal and for months now, I've had the same dream, the same actions that I repeat every time I dream the same dream. I try and change something in this wild dream, but the ending is always the same. I'm left alone with just my kaleidoscope of thoughts, feelings and memories. I wake up, complete my day and dream the same dream again. It's like a routine that I'll never get out of. I wake up, alone and with the haunting memory of the dream that I now call "My Wildest Dream."