Dream a little dream for me

I can never outrun myself.

No matter what I am doing, or thinking, or not thinking, there is a part of me that knows the rest of the story.

I can fool you, or my sister. I might even be able to fool Bestest, but I can't fool me.

My mind knows what I am afraid of and what I really love.

Unfortunately I think my mind is a bit sadistic. It prefers to dwell on the phobias rather than the ecstasies.

It also likes to dangle things just out of reach. I will dream of something I desire with all my heart and then wake up just before I get it in a dream, or lose it if I don't wake up.

Both the joy and the curse of my vivid dreaming is that I remember them as experiences rather than piecemeal dreams. In essence I have two lives. The conscious one where it is up to me to make things happen and the unconscious one where things happen I only dream of.