Ever have one of those dreams that was so lucid, so real, so impossible, that when you awaken from it you do not know where you are or who you are?
A dream so powerful that your stirring moments after it seem less real then the dream itself.
Beyond the impossibilities of time, logic, life and death, even during it you know it to be an illusion. But still, your subconscious yields to the lie, and you let yourself live it until the morning comes.
And then, after lying to yourself, the only comfort you have is the fading memory of a lucid dream.
And you can only hope that one day you can lie to yourself just one more time, and be lucky enough to dream that dream again.
A dream so powerful that your stirring moments after it seem less real then the dream itself.
Beyond the impossibilities of time, logic, life and death, even during it you know it to be an illusion. But still, your subconscious yields to the lie, and you let yourself live it until the morning comes.
And then, after lying to yourself, the only comfort you have is the fading memory of a lucid dream.
And you can only hope that one day you can lie to yourself just one more time, and be lucky enough to dream that dream again.
