Dreaming

Maybe you're dreaming.  Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe every night we meet in our dreams and live this life, where we are people in love, with friends, who work jobs and go to school, and create novels and music and beats, and then we wake in the morning as something else, something completely different from our dreams.
Maybe this hell we've put ourselves through is all in our heads but like they say, "Take off your clothes and run around--after all, you're only dreaming."
It all seems very real, but if we do not remember our REAL-real selves at night, why should we be them at all?
Day and night are very different and if, in this dream world we've created, we have both, god KNOWS what's out there, waiting for when we wake. If it's horrible and monstrous, if we'll only remember our reverie...who knows if we'll wake as a ghost and realize we are only dead, but that is living in their reality...
who knows, my friend, it doesn't matter now.