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A Dream Awake

Under cover of darkness, veiled in the shadow and mystery of night, a dream came at once to me of a place, a person and a thing. The place I knew did not exist, and the person was a stranger wearing my skin, so I had all but dismissed them. The thing, however, intrigued me. There was an allure to it; a freedom. Imagine, a possession that could give you the freedom you so desire. Many think they are free, but truthfully they are imprisoned most of all. Many small freedoms can be given up without much notice before you will feel a great loss, and so, many will give these away. But imagine a thing that would take them all back, in but a blink of times eye. How far would you chase this thing to retrieve those lost freedoms? Would you become someone else to retrieve who you once were? Would you pursue a place that you were certain did not exist? Do you believe you could reach your destination and not lose your sanity and identity along the way? I am a rational man, but I feel that to get where I am going I must be irrational.


Asleep at the wheel

When you wake up, after days and days of dreaming, and realize it’s only been a few hours, something changes in your brain. It’s never permanent, but it is more powerful than we would like to admit. You just can’t shake that feeling that you’re still dreaming. You’re wide awake but your eyes are heavy and everything has that hazy, dreamlike quality to it. Maybe it’s your mind twisting things, but the world seems different too. It seems like you can follow your same routes and get to the same places, but things are changed along the way. Maybe someone looks at you from another car, or maybe no one looks. Maybe all the buses you see are stopped and not moving. Is it coincidence or is there something changed in you? Do you process the input differently? Same world, different you? Or is the world different and you’re the same? Like in a dream, you fight until the bitter end in the name of these random things, things that in real life you would never fight for…yet at the same time, you can’t shake the feeling that despite all your efforts, none of it matters. It’s just a dream, right?