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Ah! Dreams...
What are dreams made of?
It is so good to dream 
Why can’t we control it?
Having the power to do everything and anything we wish
Fly to the nearest or farthest star in the universe
Shrink the universe into our brains
Understand at last
Love at last
See at last
View life and death as one, as if nothing else would matter
Be part of the unexplained mysteries of existence
Think of existence as a passage
Dream of an eternal life
Imagine a perfect state of consciousness
Runaway with happiness
Feel the warmth of the pure thoughts that should rule our brains

Ah! Dreams…
Love people... love animals... love the world... love the universe...
Love whatever gave us the breath of life
Love the thought that we are going to die
Imagine that dying is liberation
Build the almost unimaginable world of amazing peace of mind
Imagine pure sentiments that are hidden from everyone, even from ourselves
Be truthful and fair
Be honest with each other and ourselves
Be loyal to every feeling of justice
Be fair to life… all life…
Obliterate the grey and chains that siege our minds

Ah! Dreams…
Believe in God
Talk to God and be certain that he talks back to us
Tell Him what is going on in our minds
Be certain that He is going to help us and tell us what to do
Having faith…
Imagine our life over a white foggy cloud of stardust that never disappoints us by not being there

Ah! Dreams...
How far can we be and how close are we?
Our brain is capable of it
Our brain is capable of much more, but we don't know how much
And then we dream...
We are under siege, we cannot do much more because we are imperfect
We do not mind hurting people and animals
We like the sight of blood
We are revengeful
We have hate installed inside of our spirits
We are envious
We are racist
We are xenophobes
We have so much to regret as a species
And yet, we do not
We just turn our backs and heads and close our eyes to what is wrong
We don't do anything to find the cure for this deadly illness
We repetitively fail to do the right thing

Ah! Dreams
How good it is to dream...
Our eyes are shut but we can see
We are unconscious but we can make sense
We fly away wrapped in magic crystals of bright light
All that matters is letting ourselves go
We are traveling at unimaginable speeds
We are going nowhere and everywhere
And we feel good because when we reach a point, we are not there anymore
We're always traveling, always changing, always never in the same state or point

Ah! Dreams… be free at last!
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