What Next?

What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and there plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?

Beauty.

I had a vivid dream last night, in which I was staring at a duplicate version of myself that had his eyes and mouth sewed up. He was clearly in pain and struggling to do something. All I could do was watch in awe and feel my own pain vicariously through myself. I doubt I’ll ever forget the dream. I woke up in actual fear and hugged my girlfriend as she slept peacefully unaware. Sometimes, all you need is that. Thank you for that.

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