Ball game… basketball.
I’m playing for a basketball team. She’s cheering for the opposing one. We’re from the different sides. We’re the only ones there, apparently. She doesn’t want to talk. She shouldn’t talk to me, but she’s beautiful. I know her.
But we’re not the only ones there. It just feels like it was, because she’s all I want to feel. The only one I want to feel.
I’m getting ready… for what? For the game? Is it still a game? Who cares?
I just want to feel her. She is making it a challenge… but I know her.
I have to wake up. I hear the alarm ringing.
Not yet.
I’m waking up. Getting pulled to reality.
Not yet.
It’s not yet the time. She knows it.
She feels me too.
I have to find her…
I wake up. I stop the ringing of the alarm.
But I am holding on to the last thin thread of my dream space, this strange world… worlds. I am holding on to my unconciousness.
I hear her… “Look for me. Use the guiding light. I’ll wait for you.”
What does that mean? What light? Who are you?
I see it. The light. I see the dreams. I see them like pictures appearing through my face. Different dreams. Different thoughts. Different possibilities. Different. But where are you?
The light. It always appears. It flashes. I understand now. It’s a tunnel. A gateway. It connects all my dreams. The light gets bigger, more visible, brighter. I understand it more.
It stops.
I’m in a raft… an island?
No, just a piece of land. Floating through the vast ocean. Drifting endlessly. Where is this? What is this? Where is she?
It’s night… or just dark. I’m still travelling. I’m with a companion? A frog? An old frog? An old wise frog? He’s a friend. I’m supposed to know him. How many years have I been travelling here? It’s all very strange… but it’s a dream.
The frog knows my purpose here. But this isn’t the dream for it… for her. Will it doom this dream? How long was it here? Things seem like seconds. Things feel like years. It’s like that in dreams.
We hit something. We stopped. We hit land. I have to travel by foot now? Where is she?
The frog can no longer be with my company. He holds on as if it’s his last. He’s dying. I hold his… hand? Front foot? We spoke to each other.
I don’t want him to go. Is this one dream ending? I feel bad. Regret? This dream feels crumbling. I’m sorry. I have my own goal. I am searching for someone. But with that, this dream did not reach its own purpose.
The frog’s words… “The water will do to me what it did to Noah. Washes and drifts us away.”
For a second, it feels all wrong. But the frog reassures me. Nothing to regret. Nothing to be sorry for. He’s happy. It feels lighter. It stops crumbling.
I’m still here. Our drift land still connects to the bigger land. There’s a tent in our drift land? There’s a... dog?
The inside of the tent feels like rooms. The dog is in one of those rooms. I’m looking at it like it is an open doll house. The room where the dog is in is flooded. Filling up the whole room. He’s going to drown… and dissolve?
Should I bring him with me? And save him?
No. Don’t. Something is telling me not to. This has it’s purpose. It’s the dream’s purpose. I’m hesitating. I’m confused. He’s drowning.
Then I hear her call to me. Finally, I’m feeling her.
I grab the dog, and put him in my shirt pocket. Yes. He’s that small. The tent’s like a dollhouse like I said. I save the dog. He’s our dog.
I rush. There is a wall… a way… a way to the next dream?
I just had to rush through.
This is a new place.
I see myself. I’m looking at this at a new perspective. Like a fixed camera angle. Like I’m a spectator. Like I’m watching me or playing me in a video game.
I’m in a room. There’s another next to it. Stairs. I have to go through it. I go through it. It goes down one floor.
Strange. I’m in an apartment hallway. It feels like I’ve been here before. I don’t recall this place. There are a lot of people here. They have their own things to do. Better not meddle with their affairs. Strange.
Really familiar. I’ve been here before. A remnant of a previous dream? Was this a previous dream? Strange.
I’m looking through my eyes now… again… as it should.
It’s chaotic in here. They’re chaotic.
I have to find her. Her voice comes from this place. I’m certain of it.
I walk through it. I see rooms. There’s really a lot of people. Familiar. But I don’t know them. Forgotten dreams?
One feels like he wants to fight. Why? I have no time for you. I have to leave him.
I walk and walk. Look through rooms. See people. Reach corners of the hallways.
Then this seems like… here. I saw her. There is a vision like looking at a CCTV camera view. A room… and she’s in it.
I have to find the door into it. In this hallway. How do I get in?
She’s here… in this hallway, I mean. There are still other people, like they have their own things to worry still. But she’s here. I feel her. She wants to be with me. But she waits. Things feel like years for her. She waits for years. Time is different in dreams. Time is irrelevant in here… as it is with reality.
She’s not with me yet.
There are other women… other two. They are also claiming me. There’s three women including her… dark black hair, blonde hair, and brownish-red hair. I have to choose? But I’m still looking for the door on the wall. The door for the room. Her room…
There are three women… but I only feel her. I know her… brownish-red hair. Summer dress and leather black boots. I’m finally here… with you.
I can’t find the room. I don’t have to. I feel her. I’m with her.
I also have to tell her that we have a dog now… the one that I picked up earlier.
The other two women are leaving. And we begin walking as well.
We’re outside now. We didn’t walk out. It’s just, it’s just like this in the dream world.
We’re on a street. Sunrise now. I can see it. No, wait… it’s more like a park now. Ocean view? Mountain side park and city view?
It’s sunrise. We’re together now. We’re happy.
I’m playing for a basketball team. She’s cheering for the opposing one. We’re from the different sides. We’re the only ones there, apparently. She doesn’t want to talk. She shouldn’t talk to me, but she’s beautiful. I know her.
But we’re not the only ones there. It just feels like it was, because she’s all I want to feel. The only one I want to feel.
I’m getting ready… for what? For the game? Is it still a game? Who cares?
I just want to feel her. She is making it a challenge… but I know her.
I have to wake up. I hear the alarm ringing.
Not yet.
I’m waking up. Getting pulled to reality.
Not yet.
It’s not yet the time. She knows it.
She feels me too.
I have to find her…
I wake up. I stop the ringing of the alarm.
But I am holding on to the last thin thread of my dream space, this strange world… worlds. I am holding on to my unconciousness.
I hear her… “Look for me. Use the guiding light. I’ll wait for you.”
What does that mean? What light? Who are you?
I see it. The light. I see the dreams. I see them like pictures appearing through my face. Different dreams. Different thoughts. Different possibilities. Different. But where are you?
The light. It always appears. It flashes. I understand now. It’s a tunnel. A gateway. It connects all my dreams. The light gets bigger, more visible, brighter. I understand it more.
It stops.
I’m in a raft… an island?
No, just a piece of land. Floating through the vast ocean. Drifting endlessly. Where is this? What is this? Where is she?
It’s night… or just dark. I’m still travelling. I’m with a companion? A frog? An old frog? An old wise frog? He’s a friend. I’m supposed to know him. How many years have I been travelling here? It’s all very strange… but it’s a dream.
The frog knows my purpose here. But this isn’t the dream for it… for her. Will it doom this dream? How long was it here? Things seem like seconds. Things feel like years. It’s like that in dreams.
We hit something. We stopped. We hit land. I have to travel by foot now? Where is she?
The frog can no longer be with my company. He holds on as if it’s his last. He’s dying. I hold his… hand? Front foot? We spoke to each other.
I don’t want him to go. Is this one dream ending? I feel bad. Regret? This dream feels crumbling. I’m sorry. I have my own goal. I am searching for someone. But with that, this dream did not reach its own purpose.
The frog’s words… “The water will do to me what it did to Noah. Washes and drifts us away.”
For a second, it feels all wrong. But the frog reassures me. Nothing to regret. Nothing to be sorry for. He’s happy. It feels lighter. It stops crumbling.
I’m still here. Our drift land still connects to the bigger land. There’s a tent in our drift land? There’s a... dog?
The inside of the tent feels like rooms. The dog is in one of those rooms. I’m looking at it like it is an open doll house. The room where the dog is in is flooded. Filling up the whole room. He’s going to drown… and dissolve?
Should I bring him with me? And save him?
No. Don’t. Something is telling me not to. This has it’s purpose. It’s the dream’s purpose. I’m hesitating. I’m confused. He’s drowning.
Then I hear her call to me. Finally, I’m feeling her.
I grab the dog, and put him in my shirt pocket. Yes. He’s that small. The tent’s like a dollhouse like I said. I save the dog. He’s our dog.
I rush. There is a wall… a way… a way to the next dream?
I just had to rush through.
This is a new place.
I see myself. I’m looking at this at a new perspective. Like a fixed camera angle. Like I’m a spectator. Like I’m watching me or playing me in a video game.
I’m in a room. There’s another next to it. Stairs. I have to go through it. I go through it. It goes down one floor.
Strange. I’m in an apartment hallway. It feels like I’ve been here before. I don’t recall this place. There are a lot of people here. They have their own things to do. Better not meddle with their affairs. Strange.
Really familiar. I’ve been here before. A remnant of a previous dream? Was this a previous dream? Strange.
I’m looking through my eyes now… again… as it should.
It’s chaotic in here. They’re chaotic.
I have to find her. Her voice comes from this place. I’m certain of it.
I walk through it. I see rooms. There’s really a lot of people. Familiar. But I don’t know them. Forgotten dreams?
One feels like he wants to fight. Why? I have no time for you. I have to leave him.
I walk and walk. Look through rooms. See people. Reach corners of the hallways.
Then this seems like… here. I saw her. There is a vision like looking at a CCTV camera view. A room… and she’s in it.
I have to find the door into it. In this hallway. How do I get in?
She’s here… in this hallway, I mean. There are still other people, like they have their own things to worry still. But she’s here. I feel her. She wants to be with me. But she waits. Things feel like years for her. She waits for years. Time is different in dreams. Time is irrelevant in here… as it is with reality.
She’s not with me yet.
There are other women… other two. They are also claiming me. There’s three women including her… dark black hair, blonde hair, and brownish-red hair. I have to choose? But I’m still looking for the door on the wall. The door for the room. Her room…
There are three women… but I only feel her. I know her… brownish-red hair. Summer dress and leather black boots. I’m finally here… with you.
I can’t find the room. I don’t have to. I feel her. I’m with her.
I also have to tell her that we have a dog now… the one that I picked up earlier.
The other two women are leaving. And we begin walking as well.
We’re outside now. We didn’t walk out. It’s just, it’s just like this in the dream world.
We’re on a street. Sunrise now. I can see it. No, wait… it’s more like a park now. Ocean view? Mountain side park and city view?
It’s sunrise. We’re together now. We’re happy.
But I have to go now. I have to wake up again. This is not real. She’s only real in here, and “here” is not real. I have a reality to face… the real world.
But she’s the girl in my dreams. I feel her. I tell her that I will look for her and find her again. Please wait for me again. Even if it may take a thousand years. I do not want to forget you. I feel you. I will come back to you… after my reality ends.
I have to wake up now.
I’m awake. It’s 9:10 in the morning. The alarm that woke me up earlier was 9:00 am.
I do not want to forget about her.
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