Dreams

I had a dream of living a life as were it a television show.  It seemed staged and I someone different.  I was meeting my real mother for the first time.  It was an odd sensation, I still haven’t physically met my mother since she had left all those years ago.  Its an awful feeling that it wouldn’t be the same meeting her in real life as it was in my dream.  It felt real, it felt honest, its how I wish it could be.  Even the woman in my dream looked nothing like my real mother.  It’s shameful meeting my real mother will never resemble what my dream was.  She is full of lies, full of problems. That’s all she has been able to show me thus far.  I would want her to tell me she’s sorry, so I could hear the words with my own ears.  For now I’ll have to stick with my dreams.