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Sleep.



Such a powerful word. When I think of it, so many emotions sweep over me, in such a rush, as to be unintelligible. However, there is a method to all madness, if the Chaos theory is to be trusted.



Which I believe should be.



Sleep! Warmth. Desolation. Emptyness. Weightless, floating, changing, maleable, tasty, soft... You name it, you can dream it.... which is I guess the point of sleeping, no?



Its amazing how much time is spent, during our waking hours, getting ready for that blissful state.



I go to work, so I can get paid, so I can have a house, so I can feel secure enough to... sleep! Hopfully I have a job I can believe in, so I dont stay up at night thinking about how much it resembles a rat in a wheel. Hopfully my vehicle doesnt break so I can get to and from work so I can wake up later, and get home, and back to bed, quickly. I try to make the good choices during my day, so I dont feel the twinges of moral doubt creep in while my heads against that ohh so restfull pillow that I've fluffed just right.



Why the hell do I LOVE sleep sooo much?! Is it because the day falls away into nothingness? Haha, hell no. It does that while im at work already. Such a useless waste of time... I should be in bed dreaming.



Why should sleep be all consuming?! Is it because life is THAT bad? Hell no! People are worth meeting. Were I not to meet them... so that I can dream about them later. ~grins~



No no noooo. None of thats correct! None of it I say! Come here. Just a little closer, and I'll tell you the secret...



~waits for you to lean in~



Its because when we dream... we are gods! Dont look at me with disbelief in your eyes! You know, deep down inside its true! Tell me this, my friend, what CANT you do in your dreams? You control EVERYTHING!



Or do we?



If the point can be made that life is about dreaming, then what the fuck is up with our awake time?



Ahh but I know the answer to this too! ~whispers conspiratorially~ Its so that chance may occur. Chance and free will. ~nods~



God was dreaming one eve, and woke up from a dream that'd been playing over and over. After a timeless amount of dreams, God had dreamt all the possible dreams that one being could dream of. Knowing all possibilities would naturally mean there is nothing more to it all. The dreams would still be pleasant to dream, God mused, even the cazzillionth time around... but that is just so... bleh.



So he took hold of a dream, and breathed the spark of life into it. Oh, the breath of life just means he spoke it aloud... nothing more or less mystic than that ~grins at your innocence~ and independant, if somewhat infantile, thought was bourn on the wind of dreams.



TBC im sure. A lil too tired to deny myself some rest now ~smiles and drifts off to la la land~