Some people say a dream is just something you wake up from.
I believe a dream is something you make a life from.
You stretch it as wide & as long as you can. 
Take from it every ounce of everything & create a whole world. 
My world is a product of my dream.
It is magical, mythical, methodical.
I make it upside down & sideways & right side up.
I envision greatness, accolades, applause, a roaring crowd....silence.
I rewrite it, rework it, twist it into something totally different 
than it was when I first imagined it.
I imagine my dream to be reality.
I cry over it.
I fight for it.
I deny anything that keeps me from it.
I cradle it in my mind, in my heart, in my spirit.
I pray that it is realized. 
I'm wiling to die for it.
I have yet to birth it although I feed it everyday.
It seems so close.
Hands grasp at it. 
My dream is so vivid & lifelike. 
Restless
Rested
Invested
Then I open my eyes....
My dream is gone....out of sight but not quite out of mind.
Mine.
MY dream.
Deferred