
Sometimes before falling asleep, you wait to enter the beautiful world of dreams only to find in the morning that you could not dream at all. And this happens for many days at stretch.
I don't know about other people, but every night before sleeping, I think of some beautiful things that I want to have in my dreams...Being an avid dream lover helps, as it boosts your imagination power. I weave stories (I love to write short stories) , I weave dreams and I weave my life...
But I just hate those mornings when I wake up realising that I haven't dreamt at all or may be forgotten all my dreams. This reminds me that I should not cease imagining...otherwise I will cease to write my thoughts and construct those interesting dreams...
I dread waking up one day only to find myself transformed into a huge insect (Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka) When you stop loving your life...you certainly stop living your life. And my love of life is my profound imagination power..
For waking up to a beautiful morning, I have to steal some beautiful moments from my otherwise mundane life..so that I continue to dream...dream and dream some more..