The Song Musing Part I

I was listening to Paradise by Coldplay just a few minutes ago.
(Oh, and please do Google the song up, it is really fantastic.)
And so there were a few lyrics that drew my attention as usual.
When she was just a girl, she expected the world - but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep.
(Basic meaning: there was a girl, she expected the world to be at her fingers, but it ruined her whatever, so she dreamed of paradise in her sleep.)
I think I'm quite like that.
My life isn't perfect, which isn't surprising at all. Nobody's lives are perfect. Perfection is pursued by many and achieved only for a period of time in our lives. Then, we return to the imperfection again.
My dreams really show who I am. Or so I think. When I was small, I wanted to be a princess. And so I dreamed of castles and cake with every meal. That's typical, isn't it? But I really don't know what I'm dreaming these days. You know how you wake up, and a small part of it is glued in your memory, tugging at you, teasing you to try to remember? That's what happens everyday. I hate it.
Dreams take up a long time of your daily hours if you really think about it. I mean, if we sleep for, say, 8 hours, I think my dreams occur half of that time. It continues as soon as I close my eyes after I wake up at 3 am in the morning. They can be pleasant, but most of the time, it makes my heart pound even after I wake up, paralyzed with fear.
So that was my random musing, part I.