Screamers, Dreamers, A Planet Apart

I was raised to be good. To have conscience in the actions I take. But the actions I've taken have mostly been mistakes I'm still making. You would think I would learn. No, never. I was raised in reality, but I like the dreamworld in my mind. I wander thru it, more familiar to it than to this. Yet the two remain seperated.

There are moments where they meld together, where something I've dreamed would happen, happens. But I don't react the same way I thought I would. Deja vu? Either way it doesn't matter.

I move thru this reality like it is a dream. All I really want is to scream.