Walking

The good thing about dreams is that everything happens, doesn´t matter if you like what is happening, doesn´t matter if you want to stop it from happening, it just does. Decision making is a drop of your imagination. Let the dreams do their job.

In a timeless and unexisting place you are walking, alone. You think it´s the moon, but your breathing normal and not looking astronomical. There´s a gigantic sky, there´s a galactical atmosphere. You ask yourself where are you walking to. But you don´t know. Or do you? You can´t seem to understand. It feels kind of nice to think that you´re not going home, that only a bed waits for you awake at the center of the moon. You want an adventure. Life is an adventure! Probably the unknown creatures that are walking towards you with a book in their hands wouldn´t appear. There are many of them, each one of them with a book. As you get closer you get to know that they are exactly the same: the people and the books. You wonder if the books have the exact same words, the exact same pages. You wonder if it is written in your language, if you can read them. It matters. It matters a lot. What if the books have the answers to all your questions? But most important of all, what if you woke up?

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