Dreams We Don’t Deserve

Last night I had a dream, and dreams don’t always make sense, but a certain part of it did make sense.

I dreamed we were in Virginia Beach. We were in our hotel room, and there was a certain tension in the air. Suddenly a man walked down the boardwalk and started shooting into the hotel windows. I felt like he wasn’t trying to hurt anybody, but there was glass everywhere.

I remember staring at the hole in the glass. It was rather strange. We don’t deserve these dreams.

When we dream generally dreams, fade into oblivion, but once etched in stone, they’re always there.

We can do better