You know those dreams . . . the ones that stick with you every moment of the day? You know the kinds of dreams that both seep into your pores and fuel the rhythm of your heart?

It's those dreams that mesh with your soul and make you question what is real: the dream or life? 


What do you think about such dreams: 
                                                         Flights of fancy? 
                                                                       Or a connection to something else (real)?