John, oh John... you're dreaming-g-g-g.
Dreaming of lavender fields, turquoise seas, and emerald isles. Mountains that rise and fall, oceans that heave and sigh, and jungles that give and take.
You've dreamed up heaven and earth. All of the people and all of the places. What's "good" and what's not. What you like and what you don't. You've dreamed of me, and of yourself, and of things you no longer remember, yet they, too, carry on.
Yet as meticulous as you've been, there are some things, I dare say, that are too often forgotten, John: that you're dreaming, that you're free, and that the dreamer is always greater than their dream.
Z-z-z-z-z-z-z, The Universe |
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| Go on, John, look around you. Seems pretty real, doesn't it? That's how good you are. |
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