With Apologies to ABBA...

I had a dream, a song to sing,
It helped me cope with everything.
I could see the wonder of a fairy tale
I could face the future even when I failed.
I believed in angels,
Something good in everything.
I believed in angels.
When the time was right for me
I'd cross the stream - I had a dream.

I had a dream, a fantasy
To help me through reality.
And I had a destination that made it worth the while
to push along the darkness still another mile.
I believed in angels,
Something good in everything.
I believed in angels.
When the time was right for me
I'd cross the stream - I had a dream.
I face the stream,
How did I lose the dream ?

Or rather a dream land that I had constructed. I developed it when I was a little boy to help cope with a reality that was very unstable and sometimes frightening.

As I grew a little older, my imagination alone became inadequate to give me shelter from my harsh reality. So I started reading fiction books and I could rarely be found without one until I got to be 20 years old and reality would no longer be denied.

Now I don't have any fantasies beyond the sexual variety. But I do have dreams. :)

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is the place I understand best and am most happy. I actually think it is supposed to work that way. On the otherhand my reality has become a nightmare place that sucks the life out of hope. I don't think it is supposed to work that way.