I felt nothing as I drove home in the pouring rain. I realized that my lengthy dream was simply that... A dream... I used to speak to my dream, and whisper that none of this was real. It kept insisting the contrary... How could you be real? I've never even touched you... Faith faded into indifference and the absence of hope... Finally it surrendered to the fact that it truly was a mere fantasy. It accepted the fact that even dreams knew when to leave... Have you ever had such a realistic dream that when you wake up, the lines between reality and fantasy are skewed..? There is a little sadness that goes along with waking up. Things are as they were now... I pick up, and move forward again... The good thing about a dream is, you are free to have different ones anytime..