The dreams

What is the purpose of dreams? Closing our eyes and falling asleep. Having a dream of something that will most likely never happen. In a bubble of a whole different life and experience. I've come to a point where I no longer believe dreams come true. That wishes and 11:11 bullcrap nonsense was just a waste of time. It's for movies and stories not reality. I've began to shake the scenarios that are never gonna happen out of my head. Maybe it's just me. Or maybe people just need to come to realize, that nothing in life will ever be perfect because of all the flaws and obstacles life just loves to throw right in our face that knocks us down to the ground. I'm sick of getting my hopes up on wishes and dreams then being disappointed. I feel this aching pain in my chest when I wake up and realize that for 6 hours I dreamt of an unrealistic fairy tale. The shooting star of a pathetic tale that your wish will come true. Hah yeah no. It doesn't work like that. My wishes and dreams have broken me into a million pieces. But oh well I was use to that.