What do dreams actually mean?

A badly woven tapestry. Lingering phantasms, long-forgotten thoughts, that stealthily creep into a mind otherwise occupied?

An alternate reality, a parallel universe, where maybe, is how it’s meant to be?

Simple chemicals, mixing their magic, firing neurons otherwise? Invisible fireworks, stirring the imagination into a miasma of furious activity?

It truly makes one wonder.

And then I wake up, and look around. Everything is, as it should be. And I’m content once again.

I bid a fond farewell to those unbridled fantasies. Adieu, until our next sojourn. May the dream run its full course, come into full fruition, and its true measure. Show me the impossible, what reality deems an impasse.

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