Daydreams

Daydreams are a fascinating thing. To me they always helped me get out of my own life for a bit or see the what ifs. When I was younger I invented a girl named Rose. She looked basically just like me but black hair. And can kick butt if needed to. In a way she became my aalter ego. She was basically who I wanted to be. She was fearless and didn't have anyone telling her what to do. As I got older some of them still included rose. Others were having dogs and dinosaurs of my own that hid among trees and buildings not to be seen. When hormones kicked in I started daydreaming about boys and my future. When I wasn't daydreaming about boys it was about saving the world, being secretly rich, or having to keep a secret that I was really good at singing. At one point I started to daydream about possibilities of what would happen if this happened. Sometimes it would be about running away and how I would survive and where I would go. At one point I daydreamed about being two different people. At the time I figured it would be the easiest way to salve my problem. Even through in one daydream with it I was fighting a bad dude and the other girl was named Lea. Lea was the one I wanted to be and I was what I am. But even though I daydreamed my reality became better then I could imagine. Yes being more financially stable would be nice. But that's not what matters. It's knowing I can't picture a better life or a different life then what I have now. It took a lot of dark roads. But I got there. And looking back my daydreams reflected more on how I was feeling then anything else.