a dream of the previously unknown

An open book. A blank canvas. An unwritten song. Possibilities. Possibilities of wondrous things, of mistakes. A walk in the woods on a cold autumn day. Can lead you to the previously unknown. The unknown becomes the known and now you know.

a dream of informality

Staring at empty words, full of promise. We as humans are broken down to words typed by the skin of our fingers. No longer can you hear the comfort of a voice and enjoy the embrace of friend. We are debased to the false solace of a mere arrangement of letters on a faintly lit screen.

a dream of happiness

This is happiness. Staring out at tree lined streets from a window of opportunity. Lights glittering in the shop and on the full leaved trees, paving the way for a successful future.The feeling of ownership, content, and independence are found in this moment of paid exhaltment.

a dream by the window

The cool, calm breeze of the autumn day filters through the window. Ruffling the pages, the breeze opens a book and reveals the printed words. Over the cold toes it continues, bringing a smell of dampness that's pleasing to the owner of the toes. Swirling the fur of the cat, the line of air causes the dreaming animal to stretch in pure relaxation. Moments of blissful content happen near windows, with the prospect of a new day swaying in the breeze.

a dream of patterns

Patterns, patterns. Always emerging, always forming. No matter where you are you're still you. You with the same patterns, the same insistent life, the same fate. It seems one cannot escape the circle of destiny.

a dream in time

We're always changing. We have our past and our present selves. We can't go back to the past but we can head dutifully toward the future.

a dream in a dreamworld

Wallowing in a dark place in life is dangerous. Oftentimes one deliberately ignores the rope available to climb out. And confidence is a kite slipping into the wind, out of my fingers. But this is a necessary stage in life. It is only me.