Last night, for the first time in a long time, I had a happy dream that I could remember. And for once the details don't even matter.
I ate a rather fat sunflower seed. It was made from me. It told me that unless I followed my happy path in life, terrible bad luck would befall me. And so I rose into the clouds and meditated, and I found peace. I wasn't alone, and the comforting rhythm of bongos followed me.
Then my first trial came. I was too scared to make any choices, but that was alright, because what presented itself in the same place of my trial was a tool to help me make my decisions, to ween me off of analysing. Two decisions were reasonable, but one was not. Although I doubted it heavily, wanting to forgo that option in lieu of a more reasonable choice, I decided to see where faith took me. It was okay if I used this tool to make this decision, as long as I did not come to rely on it, as there would come a time in my future when I would be wise enough to have complete faith in myself. After allowing the choice to be made, I realised that I would have chosen the other option not because it was more reasonable, but because I felt obligated to choose that option. In fact, that was not the option I wanted to choose.
Together my choices and I rose to the clouds, but there was not enough time to prepare for the trial, and we descended too soon. But in the end, the people that were chosen tried their hardest, both for me and for themselves, and it came to be the third choice that brought everything together and allowed them to be victorious. Through this I passed the first trial, gained loyal, trusting friends as well as the possession I needed.
There came a rainy day, however, where my friends went their separate ways for a time. But that was alright. I let them go after much hesitation and visited the grave of a fallen love one. Even if this took me away from my happy path, it was my conviction that I would revive and come back for them.728Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYiDIrGW0em
At the end of the dream it was no longer me as a large, baggy-pantsed man, or a slender white cat, but the real me, banging on a rusty green garden gate In the afternoon son. 728Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ2QECrhEPs
The same me that, when I looked to my mirror to see if I looked handsome or smart, said that "I am still just and ape".
I wanted to get outside of the gate. I had enough. Then the gate opened on its hinges and it was my mother, who woke me at exactly half past three in the morning. The first words I said were: "I was lost in a dream."
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