Dreaming's A Mistake?

Broken dreams, such sweet sorrow, long nights staying up late, thinking, tossing, turning, wondering why it all seems so real.

I remember when I used to remember my dreams. But then I moved to Hawaii, and everything started getting a little fuzzier day, by day. And now, I just don't remember anything from my dreams. Unless someone says something and it sounds familiar.

You know something I wonder, is why do we dream? I know our brains need a rest sometimes, but technically they aren't at rest if we are dreaming. Is that why I don't remember my dreams, because I'm really not dreaming? That my brain is just resting, because it never gets to rest during the day. I'm constantly thinking, so maybe that's why I can't remember my dreams.

But it used to make me want to cry when at first I couldn't remember my dreams. But now, it just seems natural. I don't even care that I can't remember them at all. Is that bad? I honestly really don't know.. But who cares right? If I don't care, no one else should.

I just wish sometimes I could remember them. I hear people talking about their dreams sometimes and I'm just like "..." because I want to talk about my dreams. But oh well; haha.

Maybe some dreams just aren't meant to be remembered because they weren't anything special.