Dreams are warm and sunny; reality is cold, dark, and windy.

Dreams are youthful and full of hope; reality old and dreary.

Sometimes I want to let Poe know of his logical contradictions. All the things he describes in his dreams are aspects of reality or have branched from his favorite parts of reality. But surprisingly he has some rosy-worded poems and not just the dark content he's infamous for. Dreams is something that many pre-teens and teens probably think of but without the intentional spelling of poetry--how much should we let the world direct us and how much can we direct ourselves? ( )