Dreams.

I don't like dreams. You know those unpredictable, unstable, and delirious unconscious wishes you experience before you wake up in the morning? Yeah, I don't like those. They mess everything up. I went a good couple of days with only Homework and academic goals on my mind and nothing else, and then all of the sudden I wake up this morning COMPLETELY distracted. Now it's all I can think about.

Dreams are like those annoying voices in your head reminding you of all the things you want but you just can't have; and it takes days to rid that from your mind after.

Really, what's the point of dreaming? I don't need to use them as an escape from my reality. I don't need to constantly be poked and prodded at for what lies deep inside my heart. I would just like to believe that ignorance really is bliss.