I had a dream a few days ago inside the mists of my brain. And here today I am reminded that reality is just a bunch of dreams and days that pass - they all pass, one after another.
Go on, dream, life is but a well written joke.
And the beings that live inside my head, they all change. And their mirrors - yes, the beings inside my brain have mirrors in reality - their mirrors become people. Just people, simple people, people like me. They rarely survive as the myths I thought they were.
I dreamt with this myth being.
Curious, I went to see what had happened with the real person.
And realized it had become a real person.
Go on, dream, life is but a well written joke.
And the beings that live inside my head, they all change. And their mirrors - yes, the beings inside my brain have mirrors in reality - their mirrors become people. Just people, simple people, people like me. They rarely survive as the myths I thought they were.
I dreamt with this myth being.
Curious, I went to see what had happened with the real person.
And realized it had become a real person.
Hello again.