I love to hear about other peoples' lives.

I especially like to hear what their career aspirations are. What they like to spend their free time doing. Where they plan to spend their next holiday at. How much they cried when they watched a sappy movie. What they dream about.

There's just something about listening to them and what they're feeling or thinking, that I feel so... glad.

And envious.

Almost every night I have at least one dream, more if I eat the right foods and get the right amount of sleep. Sometimes my dreams are so silly that I wake up with a corny grin on my face. Other times it's like my brain created its own virtual world for a fantasy video game, where I can be anyone or anything I want and explore as far I can go. Once in a great while I'll even be surprised with a sexy yet romantic dream, often with a guy who's face is blurred enough to where I can't see the details, but I can at least tell that the person sees me as more than a casual fling.

It's as if I live - no, more like BREATHE for dreaming, imagining and creating. Being able to have these fantasy worlds to myself is like a never-ending course meal full of sweets that don't make me sick to the stomach.

But if there's one thing I've always hated, it's that every good story does have an ending.

And I always have to wake up.