Do you dream, dear child? Do you dream as I do?
Have you ever closed your eyes and seen the pictures moving, as if on the television box, or do your dreams stand still?
My dreams do.
In my dreams I am sitting in this world, this world that is our own, only not our own. It is theirs. They own it, they walk in it, they live in it. They know all that is in it, yet they know nothing about it at the same time.
And there is always the fox, sitting there, facing me.
There are people who would seem to pass us by, but are frozen in a state that renders them motionless.
And always there is the fox.
Sometimes the fox is sitting, sometimes she is standing, but always she is there, and always she watches me.
Recently, the fox has found her voice. She speaks softly, and wisely. She knows a great many things, but she is always thirsty for knowledge.
'Do you dream, dear child?' she one day asked. I had no reply. So she asked me again...
'Do you dream, dear child? Do you dream as I do?'
'Is this not a dream?' I finally answered. The fox, she laughed at me. And then I woke up.
The next day, she asked me the same thing, and I replyed with the same question. Again she did not answer. She merely stood, and turned to walk away.
'Follow me,' she said, 'Follow me, and learn the answer for yourself...'
I don't know if it was for seconds, or hours, or days, or years. All I know, is that we walked.
And all around us, those who had once been frozen in a motionless state, moved once again. Slowly at first, but then they got back into their routines, and they moved.
And I knew then, at that moment, the same how you will know now. I did not dream, the fox was not in my mind, she was in my soul.
She was my soul.
My dreams were her reality, her dreams were mine. We were intertwined, bound by the silver strings of fate, forever and for always.
So I ask you again, Do you dream, dear child? Do you dream as I do?