The Endless Dream (Vision #4)

I'm growing bored. 

The tumbler has stopped. She is suspended weightless above the valley. 

There is a river now, like molasses it moved slowly across the valley, bringing a streamof blue to my sight.

Yes, this is still my dream. The colors are too precise, like a beautiful painting, the blues compliment the pinks. Only I would dream with an eye towards the art in a dream that no one else will ever see.

But it is time to wake up. 

Nothing moves across the whole valley. I'm suddenly frightened. 

When will this end?

Life is but a dream.

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