it doesn't really need a title

often i wonder if dreams are entirely a world of their own, and when you close your eyes you're swept away into the wonderful and terrible realm of such a place. granted, nothing ever makes sense in a dream (except on the rare occasion, haha, those times when you wake up and mutter, "Oh shit!" because your dream was so clear). i've always wanted to fly, but i can't, at least i've been told i can't. for those of you who know me, you know that peter pan (PETER!!!) is my hero. he always will be, and i'll always wish that he could come and visit my window. aye, this is all so unrealistic and childish, and go ahead and role your eyes....(to be continued when i feel like finishing the rest)