To Dream A man sits quietly in his bed after waking up from what seemed to be an endless dream. Trying to figure out the little details of the dream is always a task one finds exceptionally hard considering the fact it was happening not 5 minutes before you open your eyes. A moment of inspiration is all you need to set yourself on a path diverting you away from what you thought to be a simple routine #life. So here I am, led awake on my bed at 12:36, items of clothing dotted around the floor of my room, jumpers, trainers, hats and scarfs, everything that could possibly fall out of someone's wardrobe scattered around my floor. The curtains are still closed and the room is dim, except for the occasional burst of light the sun decides to bless me with which seems to only light up the room for a couple of seconds at most reminding me of the world outside my window. As I sit here and write this I couldn't honestly say if anyone would ever read or even care about my story, but this is the start of my dream. This is the start of a new chapter of expression, a way to come into contact with the soul and mind.