Alive

I saw a dream again. In other words, I never stopped seeing it. It lived on. Life keeps eroding our souls by keeping us sucked into its tasks. Tiring days end in dreamless sleep. That can partly explain the strange feeling that took over when I had that dream again. I tried writing down all other recurring ones once I was alert but I had a hard time recollecting every single of them. The mind suddenly visualized a storm that had extinguished many fires. Nonetheless, it could not put all of them out. Some fires are burning still, all well and strong. Auditing the warehouses of soul is a good start to spot these fires. It’s the wise path to know the fires in advance, lest they burn something precious. Didn’t the owner of Paradise kick a fire out? This seems like a good alternate version of the beginning.