The Endless Dream (1)




Sleep is never simple. There are always visions, dancing just on the edge of our reality leading me to wonder, are we the dream, or is life the dream? 

I see a single star. It brightens and explodes before me. Swirling gasses revealing a million pin pricks of light which illuminate a green valley and pink hills in the distance. 

Why are they pink I wonder? But of course, its a dream. Things are never the right colors in dreams are they? 

Its so empty. Peaceful but lonely. I wonder what is beyond those hills, but I have no willpower here. No reason to go on and see what is there. 

I wait and I watch...







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