Am I still dreamin? Scheming on life trying to play out the alternate reality in the depths of my mentality. Thinkin of the one who I hold in my dreams as the one who does incredible things. I dream of her and me doing incredible things defing all of reality cruising the seven seas, searching the sky for glimpse into the clouds embrace as the cameras in my movie pan away and the clouds become dark gray. She disappears and I am in the dark of the cloud battle the flash and loud trying in the struggle. Sinister laughter fills the cloud tranfroming its figure inside a unbreakable bubble. Trying with all my might stuck in my own mentality- the evil me. the walls of the bubble apear with a silver reflective cover, in it I see the mirror filied with the horrid deeds of my past. How is it that it seems my dreams go from sweet refreshing wishes into a horrible realistic dream in a mad mans theme?