Dreams:

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This bitchy thought has been in my head for a week and two days. And I fought God on this, best to say he might be waiting me out.

Note: God is damn good at keeping malice.

Dreams! My cousin wrote a short film on it. Spot on. Watch here

Now to the purpose of this post, down to it

I have come to the understanding that the word dream is an explosion with little to no casualty. It doesn’t do anything. Honestly, I think it’s an overhyped word.

I think of it as a lazy mans go to word to just go crazy.

Before I continue, remember these are MY thoughts. You’re thoughts are welcome in the comment section, let’s drag this out.

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DREAMS

Dreams aren’t sparkly. Nollywood lied to me.
dreams aren’t “come through”
dreams aren’t words on motion, they are just words for the moment, “I had a dream…” Bullcrap!!!

dreams aren’t even dreams,
at least not anymore… I think,
they are rough, uneven.

Dreams are selective, like they make everyone line up and once it gets to my turn to collect, it’s just… out of stock.
dreams aren’t here to serve
but to be served,
and many times –
just like humans,
dreams look down on anyone who they see as ‘below them’,
and if we let them, they’ll trample on us.

Dreams are like,
that girl -who has had a crush on that boy for so long,
done everything within and outside her means to get his attention, but keeps getting dropped off, two streets, far, from her stop.

Dreams are like that girl who finally decides that “okay, that’s enough” and looks away,
with a bleeding heart
racing heart beat
dried out desires
bruised pride, she turns her attention away, still.

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Dreams are like the boy who notices
that a set of eyes have fallen off his body,
that the attention he held
has escaped him.
he makes a turn to go pick it up.
funny thing is,
just like a girl to a boy,
she’ll still be there, waiting. Hoping. Still dreaming.

I guess what I’m saying is, ‘Dream’ is a scam.

This might be negative Anita speaking, but I can’t seem to every get what I want. I dream about it so soft. Trying to play safe. I dream of the steps. The result. The play out.

Boom!!

I loose out. It’s like the universe enjoys mocking me. Irony, I wrote that last sentence and a laughing emoji popped up,*pained*.

Still I’ve learnt that,
no matter how ready you are to sacrifice,
no matter what you are willing to lay out,
give out,
put away,
even bury,
dreams will only come when it’s ready to come,
not a day before.

But dreams could be late.

Dreams are almost like a deadbeat parent. Always “wanting” to show up but never quite getting the hang on ‘balance’.

Note: Now it could be that the dreamer is bad at his/her job, *haha*

Hmmm, yet- dream STILL feels like fraud.
a complete waste of time.

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Hey now. Don’t take my word for it.

You’ve got your thoughts. Share them with me. With us. The comment section is wide open. I want to read them.

Till next time.

Be safe.