I hide in my dreams. Not as an escape or because real life is unbearable. I hide in my dreams to savor the moment. I have no doubts that all my dreams will be a reality, but it’s what happens in that transition from a dream to reality that scares me. So I hide in my dreams, if only for a little bit.

Dreaming can be a little bit like movie making. Rarely does the dream come to fruition exactly as it was dreamt. Instead, some things may get left on the cutting room floor, and we convince ourselves we’re ok with that. The transition from a dream to reality. Is something always better than nothing?

I hide in my dreams to bask in the glow of imagination untouched. I nurture my dreams until they are grown and ready to be realized. I have the audacity to dream because I was never supposed to be here, so I hide so no one can take them away from me. I dream for those before me who couldn’t dream. I dream for those whose dreams were left standing on the shore or lost to the sea.

Dreaming is not a luxury but a cherished pastime; not an indulgence, but an alluring pursuit. Dreaming can be fun, but it can also be work. Bringing forth the dream lately seems daunting, so I hide in my dreams. Hiding provides rest and reprieve. Hiding brings back the joy and satisfaction of dreaming.

I hide in my dreams because I cannot share all that I am, not because I am afraid, but because you’re not ready. So I’ll take my time and continue to cultivate my dreams. I’ll perfect them and create new ones, then when the time is right, the transition from a dream to reality will happen. How will they turn out? I wonder every time, but I will continue to dream and hide, hide and dream.

I am the dream, so I will never stop dreaming.