I was looking at the center of the gymnasium early in the afternoon when someone poked my head saying, “You're dreaming again."

I stared at her and smiled awkwardly saying, "I was in my dream state of being." And what is wrong with that? Are you thinking about the insanity of the mind?

She smiled back and nodded a little bit. She stared like I was in trouble and needed to take my medicine.

I smile awkwardly again and say, “I am much more troubled when I'm by myself while trying to be accepted by others. I am unique and have its own strengths and weaknesses yet I am more capable of being myself when I can express myself freely without judgment.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "Keep going and I have to go." She stared into the blank space of surroundings while deeply thinking about something that I observed. And upon that situation, I said something that would stop her from leaving.

I was lost in the dark asking why things were so complicated. I keep hoping to believe in the present moment though there's a lot of things I need to acknowledge. I keep on trying until I get tired of it; for everything and for every journey.

My life is in a huge question mark and open-ended of why's? My body was aching for something different to pop-up in front of me. My soul's longing for something incredible, deeply and astonishingly perfect.

I was dreaming to be in a place of darkness without someone judging my uniqueness. I was dreaming to be in a people who were willing to accept and carefully handle my beaten heart in pain. I was in my dream state of trusting God and the universe to change my untitled territory.

I was in a dream trying to be me. I was in a state of being wondering, "What will happen today? And what might me happen tomorrow?" I felt the extreme dysfunctional being of being in this dream state while trying to mimic the benefit of others while letting my old self be left alone in the deepest cut throat of my lungs.

I was in my dream in a state of being while they dream their own thinking. I was sitting here while they worked in their own capacity. I am alone dreaming what's mine? And I realized that there's something that belongs to them and belongs to mine also. 

I was in this and that while they're in those and there. I was sitting here with you while we have a different approach to coping mechanisms. I was saying all of this while you want to leave and think that I am not thinking straight.

Thank you for being honest with me while I do my own dream of becoming more of me. Thank you and I am more blessed with my uniqueness while you criticize my own identity.

It's hard to be different and have your own means in everything yet while looking for something unconventional you can express and can manage to have your own mindset.

You can be yourself while others want to diminish that dream state of yours because that's the thing they can't copy. They cannot copy yours and they can't believe you're dreaming while they keep pushing their limit into the old beliefs of others. It's a wind-wind situation where you can be your own destiny while they keep dreaming other's dreams; Believing they're too; it's there too.