Dreams. Some say that it is the potrayal of your subconscious, the script that you wrote without even knowing being translated to a show for the big screen, in a cinema where only you sit. Yet others say it is a sign to what is going to happen. A foresight of the future, a premonition.

Why do dreams come when you least expect it? A familiar scenario it was, something from the past, yet the characters in the scene had been updated, to the new people in my life. Yet, every other thing seemed the same. The same unexpected twist. The same emotions of anguish, anger and heartache. I was last to know once again.

I was jolted from sleep. The familiar dark setting of my room consoled me but could not convince me. Yes it was just a dream, but it seemed too real, far too real. Perhaps it was because the emotions were too similar, too familiar. The same look upon her face, the guilt, and all at once I knew what they said was true. The helplessness, when it was all too late and the world that I had built around myself just collasped, leaving me naked and cold.

It was a dream, but the dream haunted me through the day. It was not because I had not gotten over the past. It was be cause I was not ready to accept a future like that. I was afraid, afraid that the scene I had witnessed would replay in reality. I gazed about, on tenterhooks that somehow I may see her walking by with him. It was a dream, yet the effect was as if it had really happened. The devestation has only been restrained by the mind, the logical belief that what is a dream remains a dream. I knew I was thinking too much. But my heart does not believe, and it cries the tears no one sees.

Back to the question, what is a dream, a figment of my imagination or a foresight. I seriously hope its the former, a nightmare merely to forget.