In my dreams I'm free, I'm everywhere, and my life is just me and my dreams. I need nothing, no money, just the amnesty of experience. I'm somewhere else each night, a place that do not have names. Do they exist? In real life? In another world? Where do the places in my head come from? Maybe. Every night is a journey to somewhere so familiar and yet unknown. Never have I been there. It's just a torment of awakening to find out that I've been there, living, experiencing. Life is so much more exciting, easy, everything is possible, and I'm free. Free of the same everyday life over and over again. These invisible walls that hold me captured. Waking to an unreal day and live the same days over and over again. No change, like it remains. Maybe each night I enter a parallel world. Maybe I even enter different souls, different persons, and get a glimpse of their life. Sometimes, dreaming reminds me of being dead, and being a spirit that just observes, being able to fly from place to place, and just observe, just without taking any shape. This must be a written need that's given my body, to be able to consciously experience our dreams. If we would die while dreaming, would we be trapped in our dreams? In our nightmares? I dream. I am free. I dream. I am free. I dream. I am free. I dream. I am free. I dream. I am free.