Who are you in your dreams?
This is my dream, it inspired the painting... This is who I want to be: And so it happened this way That we jump from reality to reality. ... The last reality was my favourite. Some people I knew where everything was familiar. It was a city. They had sky balloons that they worked in. There were tall mountains that were like sky scrapers that no one worked in, but they worked on. They planted grass, like art. It was like a painting and none knew reality, though; it was, it was all real. Instead of jumping to the next reality with my group, I stayed in that one. Everyone lived in the same type of house and had everything they needed. I don't know if they had money. It was not perfect though. They had police and a government. The government gave you everything you needed. But they also kept some Items regulated. For some reason: glue sticks, some foods, and scissors. Cigarettes are free, most everything is. You could be whoever, whatever you want. You could be you. I stayed there and lived with some people I had made friends with. I did miss my group, but I had the chance to be who I wanted. The girl I was living with offered me a cigarette. There are no lighters, you just have the air and your mind. All you did was want it to be lit, and it was. Lights too were mind controlled. She also tried to get me to eat a brillo pad. I did. It didn't kill me. This reality was beautiful. I wish to find it. Even if in a dream again.
