What is it about dreams. Why can they, of all things, wake us from our slumber and shake us to our core? Are dreams memories, fantasies, or just our own delusions of reality? No matter, when we are dreaming they are real. Dreams are there, standing right in front of your face screaming out all the things you refuse to acknowledge when you are awake. Most dreams are unique some are repeated or continuations of one you probably forgot, making it all the worse when it comes back to finish the third act. Dreams will never go away, they become you, they are you. Dreams are not something without meaning, without significance yet I feel they are not fantasies or an escape from our reality. Dreams are ghosts, and these have haunted me for years.