Purple cat in And here we go.

I’m afraid someday my dreams are gonna jump at me, catch me off guard and I won’t be ready for the adventures.
What if right?
I’m absolutely not ready for that reality to become such a threat.
Which begs the question.
Why am I not ready for the dreams I’ve dwelled on for so long?
Such a pathetic state of life this is.
Not acceptable.
What if they clash? Or combine? That would be stellar. Yet am I ready?
I wake up on white sandy beach under the blazing sun and she’s there holding a hand out asking if I’m doing alright and then survival begins.
All the bizarre dreams amalgamated together in a surreal fantasy.
Just reach out and grab it kind of reality.
Warm sand under the feet and no weight dragging me down, holding me back.
Just the strange, magnetic attraction of the unknown, to jump into the waters and dissolve.
Fade away.