To dream or not to dream…
I mean, literally dreaming. The brain’s work-in-process while we’re sleeping. Sometimes I remember what my dream is, but mostly I don’t. And if I do, I’ll usually forget it soon.
But not one dream I had one night. Or was it ‘day’ during my late waking-up era? Hmmm… :|
Anyways, on that dream, I was running through futuristic halls and chased by evil troops with laser guns. Y’know, the kind of thing that happens in Star Wars movies. I can’t remember why I was being chased. Maybe I was the evil one, not them. And you know how hard it is to rrruunnn in your dream. Seems like parts of your body don’t want to join forces normally. Seems like they’re made to make you get caught or stumble. Ahaa, that’s the point! To make us realize that once you wake up it was just a dream. 
Whoops, hang on, the story’s not over yet. So, after a grueling runaway from hall to hall, I got into a huge hangar. But only one plane parked there. An antique one just like the World War II kind of plane. And then I jumped on it, started the machine and flew out. Yeah, this is the good thing about dreaming. It allows you to be impossible, yet it doesn’t give space for mocking judgments. Right? 
Now, I was in the sky. Flying quietly and alone. It was twilight and the sun, being a massive round and red glare, was right in front of me but didn’t blind me. It shone on the surroundings softly.
Can’t remember what happened next, but I can never forget that part of my dream until now. It was beautiful in a mystifying way. And remembering flying alone between the red clouds towards the sunset just gives me euphoria. What’s bizarre is, how it helps me to feel good now and again.
