I'm having too many dreams.

Too many.

From the Bizarre and Just-Ridicilous to the Normal and Life-Alike.

From the moment I close my eyes, to the moment where I open them that I don't know if this another dream or am I really awake.

But I can somehow grasp on some of them.  Well ,the ones that I want to grasp, that is.

It felt too real to be good... but then again, why not?

Normally, I would've thought those dreams symbolize what I really want and what I really expect from anything but this time, I think even them can't put a definite word on it.

Too many things that I want to do and so few of ways and there's my parents involved. I can't let them down knowing I'm the first to get out of this home but I don't want to let down on myself too.

There is time to be reckless and there is time for bravery.

I think now is the time to stop thinking.

It's time for Confidence.