what if our dreams are fragments of an alternate reality?

an alternate dimension?

an alternate universe?

reflections of lives we will never fully live nor ever truly forget.

the people we see, the “i” and “me” we dive into once we plunge into the fog of dreams, what if we are taking over,

just for a mere moment, taking over “ourselves” in that other world of wishes.

desires, fears…we breathe the same air, speak voices alike, act in ways that are both true and unconsciously desired.

we live in that fragment of a “fantasy.” a shattered “imagination,” shards of our wildest adventures or our worst fears.

this is reality.

broken until our minds float away into the vast and endless stars of oblivion.

until the timer starts once more…