Why Hopes and Dreams

I have always shared my poetry and dreams with a select few, but I feel it is time to let anyone who wishes to do so experience my inner workings. I regret that I am not more interesting, but I'm sure someone will be interested. I'll enter all of my poetry to date as soon as I can get my poetry book, and I'll post dreams as they occur. To clarify, these are literal dreams, and I remember one on almost all of my rare nights of sleep. I am a developing insomniac, and my dreams are fits of activity. My poetry tends to reflect a certain pessimism about the present, but optimism for the future, and I like to reflect that there are very few things I really care about. People, myself generally not included, are one of those things. Feel free to analyze either my dreams or my poems, but keep all comments peaceful and constructive if you can. I won't stifle your passion, and if you feel moved to flame me I'll understand your motivations. Post anonymously if you care to do so, although I cannot see a reason for you to fear my reaction. I never react in anger. Or spite. Or envy. Or retaliation.