In my life, though, there is one place that I will never question, as being unpleasant to me, as it never happens to be the same. This place is always different; it always has different colors, weather and people there. Sometimes, there are no people at all... This place is my dream.
For most of the people their dreams are too indefinite and too fade; therefore they can't be their favorite places to go. As for me, my dream is my second reality. There I love, hate, make mistakes and learn. There, I make decisions and get to know people as they actually are, not as they appear or try to look in real life. There I have sunny days and rainy days. There I cry and I smile. In my dream I always live my life running, but I never fall.
Any minute in my dream I can go to the quiet garden, full of flowers, trees and waterfalls. In the middle of the garden there is a swing; that swing is for me. Evening sun lightens it tenderly with its last strength and there is no one around; not a single person.
There I feel the most protected, most loved; loved by God. While I sit on my swing I talk to Him and He helps me. God helps me not to fall down from the swing, which sometimes goes too fast...as fast as my