HI!

This was a cool letter to write. I had a discussion with a few friends this week, who are taking advanced psychology, and they talked to me all about REM sleep and sleep and dreams, so it's quite a fitting letter for this week.

Dear Dreams,

When I sleep and when I'm awake, you constantly haunt me.

My awaken dreams, you are sometimes unrealistic, but you make me hope.You make me feel young. My aspirations and desires are all poured into you, and you are a beautiful, yet unattainable thing.

My dreams as I sleep, you are.... weird. It's as though my subconscious has made me out to be a ditsy character, who will do the whole cliché open the door at midnight when there's obviously a stranger. But as strange and scary, or awkward and amusing as you may be, you make me think laterally.

Awake, one of my dreams was the Hogwarts dream, where on my 11th birthday, my parents would reveal to me that we were in fact wizards, and I would be taken to Diagon Alley to purchase a wand. Another was my modern-day Cinderella story. It was so farfetched; I almost got mad that my family weren't the slightest bit mean or bossy. But you were awesome.

The dreams at night were different. I only remember the ones I talked about, or bothered to note down. The one I remember most is the day before high school. It was wild. I was yelled at for late attendance, and exposed to dire scenarios. In all its horrible-ness, I actually felt ready for any of school’s challenges the next day, so you can imagine how I felt when I realised it was a larger version of grade six.

My visions, the dreams that reflect my ambitions, you guys are terrific. Really, you inspire and make me perspire to be you. 

I guess I should say thanks for being funny to recall and motivational. I hope I'm a cool mind to dwell in, ha.

From Zahraa

P.S. Just a small request, I'd really appreciate if those clown dreams stopped happening, and I stopped falling down a tunnel of nothingness.