I. Ravine of Thoughts
For the past thousand years, I’ve been set on rather consequential tasks on a daily basis. I, for one, have grown tired of it at some point. But anyway, I still revived myself to push through with the most tedious-sounding job. I do not speak to prolong this telltale of mine, though I wouldn’t want to sound so blunt.
Though before I proceed with my narrative, I have one ultimate question.
What does the word “dream” mean to your being? How have you understood it though your childhood?
I suppose you, together with the majority, could have spoken of goals, aspirations, and even your most lavishly hedonistic excess that taints your spoken of soul.
But if you’re one of those who automatically directed their minds to their Alternate of their own during slumber, I give my applause and respect to you.
Dreams, as discussed to be part of the latter context would be unexpectedly true for many. From the day we were born, as blank slates, we would