"My Dream Is My Reality" | Moving Jazz Bossa Nova | Male Vocalist

Description: A romantic Brazilian jazz bossa nova    • Top Jazz Love Ballads - Summer 2026   He lives in two worlds. The waking world is Dublin — grey rain on hospital corridors, medical books stacked beside a cold bed, grocery aisles where he holds fruit he wishes her hands had chosen, mornings where the pillow beside him carries no warmth and no scent and no shape of the woman he loves. The waking world is real. It has facts and schedules and the relentless forward motion of a life being built brick by brick for a future that has not yet arrived. But it is not where he lives. Not really. He lives in the other world — the one that opens when his eyes close and the ocean between them dissolves like salt in warm water and she is suddenly, impossibly, perfectly there. Her voice. Her breath. Her hand finding his in the dark with the same instinct it has always had, as if distance has never existed and the continents were only a rumour the night has decided to ignore. That is his reality. The dream. The sacred, suspended, breathtaking space where they are not separated at all — where he can smell her hair and feel her warmth and walk beside her through rooms the waking world has never built. Most people would call it an escape. He calls it the truest thing he knows. Because the waking world, for all its facts and schedules, is missing the one fact that matters most: her. And the dream world, for all its impermanence, contains it. She is there. She is with him. For one moment — one sacred, aching, perfect moment — the distance is a lie and the love is the only truth in the room. Then morning comes. The pillow cools. The tide of distance returns. But he does not grieve the waking. He carries the dream through every ordinary hour like a lantern that keeps the dark from winning — walking six inches above a world that does not know why he is smiling, counting down the days until the dream and the daylight are finally, permanently the same. My dream is my reality. Not because he has lost his grip on the real. Because the real has lost its grip on him. The only reality that holds him now is the one where she is beside him. And he will live there — gratefully, faithfully, with her name on his lips and her warmth in his memory — until the morning comes when he opens his eyes and she is not a dream anymore but a woman lying next to him, breathing, warm, permanent, and the two worlds he has been living in finally collapse into one. My Dream Is My Reality [Verse 1] You are my first thought My morning borrows And the last light My evening refuses Oceans and continents Stand between us But your name walks beside me Through every ordinary hour Bent over books Crossing wet hospital corridors Standing in the grocery aisle Holding fruit I wish your hands had chosen [Pre-Chorus] You live in every room I enter Even though you have never seen their walls And when your name rises in my mind The pavement turns to cloud [Chorus] My dream is my reality That is when you are with me My dream is my reality That is when you are with me, my love I carry that dream Through every waking hour Counting down the days Until the dream and the daylight [Verse 2] Then the morning comes And the pillow is cold And the distance returns Like a tide to the shore But I do not grieve the waking I am grateful for the dreaming For me, my dream is my reality That is when you are with me [Pre-Chorus] At night you truly come to me The ocean disappears You are here Your voice, your warmth, your hand finding mine [Chorus] My dream is my reality That is when you are with me My dream is my reality That is when you are with me, my love I carry that dream Through every waking hour Counting down the days Until the dream and the daylight [Bridge] For one sacred, suspended moment We are not separated at all I can smell your hair Feel your breath in the dark And I walk six inches above A world that does not know why I am smiling Because you are with me there Because you are with me there [Final Chorus] My dream is my reality That is when you are with me My dream is my reality That is when you are with me, my love I carry that dream Through every waking hour Counting down the days Until the dream and the daylight are finally the same My dream is my reality That is when you are with me