Dreams suck

In my dreams I am a child, receiving the most coveted toy known to child kind. I receive this toy but I'm never told how long ill have to play with it, or even take note of the pure beauty this toy posses'. Then bam like a flash from an opened blind I'm transported to the waking world, with nothing but my brief fractional memory of pure bliss to tease me. I lay here half awake hoping to slip back into that world where my deepest desires are fulfilled but its not until later that night when I get to see my dream's muse again, leading me through dense wilderness into a forest clearing, hold my hand tight as I walk aimlessly towards her, my mind feverishly working to make her out, because for the 8 hours that pass in a heartbeat my heart beats uncontrollably for my dream girl, whoever she may be.