"I WANT TO STAY IN MY DREAMS"

I created this story video from the ideas floating around in my head this morning. However, this story with visuals kept me busy all day long into the evening hours. I was stressed as an empath living in a chaotic world of dictators and psychopaths attempting to lead into a dark dystopian nightmare. I like the freedom in my dreams, and how I travel everywhere with exploring the universe.

I wake up from dreams

It seems

That I want to stay in my dream

The state of the union is sad

It is difficult to be glad

Yet I choke down a tear

It is great to wake up alive this year

Good morning. Every day when I wake up, I want to go back to my dreams where I am 'hanging out' with friends and there's no dictatorship and my friends and I are laughing and being cool. I wake up to reality of we are now in a dystopian nightmare, and I never go out we live in a judgmental society and chaos and hate spewing from the Whitehouse and all the world watches us spiral down to oblivion. I am going to write today

Today we look sad

Today we look glad

Tomorrow, we look so sad

I wake up from dreams

It seems

That I want to stay in my dream

The state of the union is sad

It is difficult to be glad

Yet I choke down a tear

It is great to wake up alive this year

In the tender embrace of slumber, I drift, where laughter echoes in the halls of friendship, and joy dances freely, untethered by the chains of reality. Here, dreams paint a tapestry of freedom, untainted by the whispers of judgments of the shadows of chaos.

But as dawn breaks, so does the illusion. I awake to the stark glare of a world reshaped by fear and dissonance. The state of the union, a sad testament to our fractured times, weighs heavy on the heart. Yet, there’s a bittersweet gratitude in the breath that fills my lungs, in the pulse that beats against the darkness.

Every morning, the pull of dreams beckons me back to the sanctuary where laughter reigns and the specter of dictatorship fades into oblivion. In those fleeting moments, I am whole, surrounded by friends, untouched by the venom of a divisive society.

Yet, here we stand, in a dystopian reverie, as chaos and vitriol spill from the very epicenter of power, watched by the world as we teeter on the brink. In this reality, the pen becomes my solace, my voice in the cacophony, my refuge from the relentless tide.

Today, we wear sadness as a cloak, tomorrow, perhaps joy will find us again. But the cycle spins relentless, and I find myself yearning once more for the dreamscape where peace is not a distant memory but a living, breathing truth.

And so, I wake up from dreams, it seems, with each sunrise pulling me from the warmth of illusion into the cold embrace of reality. Yet, in this waking life, I hold onto the hope that somewhere in chaos, there lies a path back to my dreams of life and laughter reigning supreme once more.

Verse 1

I wake from dreams, they'd hold me tight,

A world where laughter steals the night.

No chains of hate, no whispered lies,

Just love and hope beneath the skies.

Pre-Chorus

But morning breaks, the light draws near,

I swallow back each bitter tear.

The world is fractured, torn apart,

Yet still I feel my beating heart.

Chorus

Good morning skies, though tinged with gray,

I rise to greet another day.

In dreams, my friends and I remain,

Awake, we fight against the strain.

Verse 2

Silent streets where judgment dwells,

Hope retreats as chaos swells.

In towers high, where powers collide,

The world just watches, choosing sides.

Bridge

Bittersweet smiles mask the fight,

As trials wait beyond the night.

My dreams, a refuge I embrace,

But waking shows this fragile place.

Final Chorus

Good morning skies, though tinged with gray,

I rise to fight another day.

In dreams, my friends and I will stay,

Awake, we strive through disarray.

Written & produced by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

copyright 2025

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