The usurper that was my last dream got the best of me.

In a good way it was the feeling of using the utmost of my imagination, contorted into those engulfing feelings of reality which circumvent notions of fakeness and holistically pole-vault into an experience that is redefining.

Your dreams leave you sometimes with such a lasting effect that one feels metamorphosed into something new.

It was the vision of what could be – what the boiled down result of a churned and refined mind would yield:

Personal values in tact, along with the full potential of purpose restored to a chiselled life experience that provides enthusiasm as a reliable and everpresent machine, which drives progress in a continual motion that does not relent.

In retrospect, one could liken this to the imagination of being in a film we sometimes get the notion of when something extraordinary happens to us.

Yet the consistent feeling.

It has to do with the culmination of every dream of reality, satisfying the tiniest notion of quenching the boredom.

It was not present anymore – my mind was comfortably occupied with what really mattered to me, clear modii operandi were in place. A creamy one thought at a time process that flowed with the necessary pressure to ensue the next action with confidence and self-respect.

Putting the personal goals ahead while also providing all I can for whatever there is outside of me.

Personally, this dream is one for the books and has something new to it – a tie to reality. My mind cant differentiate between whether or not it should be discredited as mere fantasy with this one, there are just too many connectors. At least the attempts to ignore or evade, merely provide a bad taste on the tongue. Abuse of the soul is against my morals.

To clarify some bare essentials, which seem nearly meaningless to point out at this point, due to the president of and emphasis I put on the feeling of it – it was a collection of past dreams all collaboratively forming a story full of adventure and true love.

Going from slaying demons to watching a character battle, realising I had dreamt this once before and watching the theatre turn into an alien field that had me making my way to a lecture in philosophy, much like on a festival. Then people started getting restless as the talk ended and further down the forest on the side they were cleaning up and it got loud, at which point I made ready to leave, emptying my backpack of all my baggage – other peoples troubles that were not up to me to sort. Only being left with what really mattered – some deodorant and perfume bottles, which symbolized my true love, whom I consequently met. On her way to me as ever, her twin sister trying to make her feel bad for not calling to me to get us together sooner, always doing things on her own. The way I like it – independent. She did not seem surprized at all and how I love things working out is to plan, somehow seamlessly in a dance. After being sucked into the energetic vortex that is her in a dreamy way we strolled a green meadow and ended at swing we cold swing into or dreams with – this relates to previous dreams I have had about living with her, where we would live out stories we had dreamt up together long ago and simply rejoice in how beautiful and wonderful life is together in romantic settings, appreciating the array of life we can live side by side.

The dream had an epic prelude I cannot recall in words, and it goes on.

I love how long this one was and how significant it was. There ware so many details I hold dear, one of which is that “inception” feel – in a good and positive way, hope-invoking.

Another thing I also love is that feeling of having to immediately be shared or at least written about. To immortalize something considered so far away.

Know that this was intangible to me.