dreams are such strange beasts, especially when they are made into reality, i've done that twice now, both times, not necessarily the best things to have done, maybe dreams should stay that, dreams, unconsious wishes, desires, because the reality never really lives up to the dream, does it? the reality comes crashing down, crash and burn the dream, and dreams, well, like memories, they're good in the head, in the mind, in the heart, and real life just never really measures up, but the problem is those dreams die, they shrivel up, they fade with time, they don't last, but you can always dream new ones