No matter how bland the color of the scenery in dreams could sometimes be, there is always something that stands out – colors, a person, an event. I wanna hide in my dream for days. It’s one of my favorite vacation spots. It isn’t because there are auguries of problems in reality. I just wanna fade into nothingness for a fracture of time that could seem an eternity in fantasy world. Now, don’t mind me. I’m not here. I’m living in utopia.