| On Dreams I dream of a lush valley with trees full of green leaves, and a shady river running through it. The sun is high, I'm in the shade and there's nothing to do but enjoy it, and enjoy it I do. I was born in summer - it's my season. I try to find the beauty in all seasons, and I think I'm getting better at that. Nothing will ever compare to summer for me however, and I know this. I dream of a dark night with those same trees rustling in a strong wind. The sky is dark except for bright stars. It's warm, and the breeze is invigorating. I remember something old within me, older than the life I now know, and it calls out to what is beyond me, that I can't see, but it can. In that night, I walk along a path. I have a lantern, but I'm not sure that I really need it. My cloak loose, I could almost fly up to the stars, riding upon the gusts billowing and streaming around me. Oh, and I like lanterns. They show you where you can go. Not where you need to go... you need a road for that. Sometimes, I make my own roads, when I can't find one. I seem to do this a lot. I dream of a room with dark grey walls that has no doors nor windows. I can walk into the walls, and if I do, I am surrounded by formless dark grey void, directionless and absolute. I fear the void, so I stay in the room, a haven of relative substance, and never leave. Fear of the unknown, fear of the dark, fear of action. Curling up in a ball on the floor and choosing safety over freedom. You’d think I’d know better by now. Maybe I do, and that’s why I dream of this. I dream of a dark, ravaged version of the city next to my hometown. It has been devastated by a war that never happened, heavily damaged by bombs that did not fall. It’s a moonless night, there’s no-one around, and the city is quiet. Why are the streetlights still on? For a place that I never felt particularly connected to when I was there, my mind seems to have different opinions about all of it. Maybe things were different then. Maybe I’m different now. What am I searching for in that rubble? I love dreams, and I have dedicated my life to bring what I love in them here. I won't say to make them real, because they're already real. Everything is real, somewhere. Just not always... here. |





Patjade
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"All is possible with the Will, the Way and the Means"
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