Dreams

This is how I feel. I want a magical place or time or something to escape to. I'm not sure there's anything here for me anymore, but there must be. Maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places. Sorry for the unhappy mood of this. I just want my dreams to come true, to find fairies, boys that never grow up, sailboats, meadows, blue skies, snow, oceans, forests that are alive and never-ending, animals that can talk to me, rivers that are always the right temperature for swimming (and have perfect swimming holes), tree houses, old beautiful things, and all sorts of other things that live in my head. I want everyone to be able to see all the places that are hidden away in my head, to hear all the stories that have been told from there. I just haven't found out how to do that yet, and it frustrates me. I feel like when I try to talk with people they won't ever really know what I'm talking about because it isn't really real, it's all just in my head. I need to get out of my head though, there's an entire world that is full of equally, if not more, beautiful, fantastic, gorgeous places, things, and people. I want to see all of those things, I feel like my life is missing that. Maybe I'm just too much of a dreamer.