A dream...
A memory...
Things remembered, when one is asleep.
Things forgotten, when one is awake...
Where the deepest layers of memories
Become the outmost layers of one's dreams...
Which are reality?
Which are illusions?
One cannot tell until one awakes...
Or perhaps they are at the same time
both truth and fiction...
A vast nebulous with no boundaries...
An emptiness equivalent to my own existence...
I dreamt such a dream...
A long...
Never-ending
Dream...