I had one of the most vivid dreams last night. It has been some time since I could remember the details of my dream so clearly, and I cannot shake off the lingering feelings evoked even after disconnecting from that dream. The dream could be split into three parts. Even if I had it in me, I couldn't tell you how it started; these mind-spun fantasies of mine always started with a blurry opening. I remember traipsing on a tree-shielded pathway, sidelined by tall beige buildings; apartments or condominiums. Green foliage covered me from the sunset rays of the late afternoon. I was heading towards a pavilion nestled beside trees. There were people hanging around nearby but I cannot see their faces. The roof of the small structure blocked the fading sun from my sight as I took my place with somebody within the pavilion. We talked about something. I recalled the mention of three deaths. Three of the people whom I know. I was then brought to the scene of the second part of my ...
If reality is a haze of confusion and doubt, this is my land of surety and where my voice streams through. Construct, and construe; conduct and commune.