I find dreams to be an incredibly powerful thing. The transcending into another world, a somewhat altered reality which you design for yourself unconsciously, from bits and pieces of the previous day – a phrase you heard on the bus, an image you saw on a poster. And then there are the dreams which consist of your wishes and your most desperate desires, the dreams which poison you with amazing things and perfect situations and most of all – with happiness. And in the moment you open your eyes all that happiness turns into sorrow, at the though that it was something unreal which you will never reach again. It makes you wish that you had never woken up from that, that you had spent your entire life in that unreal, perfect world you created. But the cold air of reality hits you in the face in the morning and you go about your life spending your days waiting for night to come, praying to get lost in that beautiful illusion once more.