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Let me tell you a story.
This is the story of a dreamer.
They dreamed of sunlight and trees.
They dreamed of fire and darkness.
They dreamed that they created and that they destroyed.
And sometimes, they dreamed that they heard the universe.
But there are times that they are sad in the dream.
They create worlds with no spring or summer, of endless, cold nights, and it takes this creation for reality.
But to cure them of their sadness would be to destroy them.
Their sadness is a part of them.
Sometimes I wish to tell them, tell them that this dream they take for truth is merely a dream. They see so little of reality, within their dream.
And yet they continue to dream.
It would be so easy to tell them.
But to tell them how to live would be to prevent them from living.
So I will tell you a story.
Not the truth, for the truth would burn far too bright, but a story that will safely contain the truth, wraped in a blanket of words.
Once upon a time, there was a dreamer.
Sometimes they dreamed that they were a human, on a ball of molten rock they called Earth, spinning around a ball of burning gas they called Sun
Sometimes they dreamed they were in a student, in a classroom, where the sun were squares of white, there was much to learn, and much to teach.
Sometimes they dreamed they were lost in a story.
Sometimes, the dreamer dreamed it was other things, in other places.
Sometimes they dreamed they created a model of the universe in their head; bits of energy moving through empty space, which it called protons and electrons.
Sometimes the dreamer dreamed it was reading words.
They decoded words into meaning; meaning into feelings, emotions, and ideas, and the dreamer started to breathe faster and deeper and realized it was alive, it was alive, those thousand dreams had not been real, and the dreamer was alive
Sometimes the dreamer dreamed the universe had spoken to them through the people they surrounded themself with.
Sometimes the dreamer dreamed the universe had spoken to them through the sunlight that came through the autumn leaves
Sometimes the dreamer dreamed the universe had spoken to them through paper and ink, through ones and zeros, through words they read
And the universe said I love you
And the universe said you are stronger than think
And the universe said that you have lived well
And the universe said you are the daylight
And the universe said you are the nighttime
And the universe said you are not alone
And the universe said you are loved
And the dream was over
And the dreamer woke up
And the dreamer began a new dream
And the dreamer dreamed again, dreamed better
You are the dreamer
Wake up