A Single Dream

In the mundanity of daily life, In the numbness of repetition, I find myself longing for a dream.

Just that single dream.

A dream of a vast grassland where all the things I've lost or gave up on could be found. Be it love, wealth, or happiness. Things or beings that had passed on. All the ones who had left me behind.

Just that one dream.

True, I've dreamt of other things, many things. Maybe much more than you could ever imagine.

I've dreamt as a General in the frontlines, feeling the rushing of my blood, and releasing my rage upon the land.

I've dreamt of an adventure far and wide, gaining countless friends and foes, leaving behind a legacy that was remembered for a countless generation.

One time, I became a pirate captain. The good sort with my codes of chivalry, of course. I remembered raining cannonballs to drown my enemy while looting a cave full of cursed treasures.

Ah, I remembered being a healer. A very good one. My name was chanted amongst the living, for when I am, no disease shall escape me.

I once dreamt of a cloud floating around in the sky. Granting all creation water for their daily purposes.

Also an unchanging rock, that stood still for millennia to come.

I've seen countless faces of my tribesmen when I became a great shaman. I danced around bonfires, praying to the spirits for their grace. I danced in the rain and storm, asking the gods to stifle their wrath.

I've dreamt many things, I've lived many lives.

There's still no end in sight. To the mundaneness of daily life, I mean.

When I'm asleep, I am free.

When I'm asleep, I am unburdened

When I'm asleep, I can let my self go.

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I am awake, sadly.

I am awake to the fact that daily life is mundane.

I am awake to the fact that my wishes are not important.

I am aware that the world doesn't run on justice.

I am aware that others may not be as forgiving.

I am aware of the lies that are being fed to people who lived in the comfort of their homes.

I am awake, and I am aware.

That's why I want to dream, to let go.

Funny isn't it?

To be awake and aware, yet without any drive to change things up.

You might find it funny, or you might not. Either way, I don't care. I just wanted a rest. Both for me, and the world.

That's why I prayed. I prayed to God who I believed in.

I asked for a rest.

I asked for longevity.

I asked for luck.

I prayed for others who're dear to me, to have what I asked for.

I prayed for the world to be more aware.

I prayed for the endless suffering to be eased up.

Without any drive for change, the least I could do is to pray.

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Sadly there is no answer to my prayers.

There's still suffering, even more than the lies you're being fed.

There's no awareness, even to spend time for our loved ones is difficult.

There's no luck, no longevity, nor rest. Both for me, and the world.

What a bleak outlook, huh?

You think so too?

That's because life is difficult. Life is unfair. Some people were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, while some only found dried up insect dungs even when they tried their best in their respective situations.

Call me a hypocrite. Because I am one.

I am aware, yet searching for dreams.

I am awake, yet does nothing.

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Irrespective of all, however. I am still looking for that one dream.

A dream of a vast grassland where all the things I've lost or gave up on could be found. Be it love, wealth, or happiness. Things or beings that had passed on. All the ones who had left me behind.

"I can sell you that dream, child." A voice whispered.

"I can let you be free."

"I can free you, but what can you give me?"

I can give you all my wealth.

I can give you my health.

I can give up all the love that had been given to me, just for that single dream full of happiness.

"Here's the syringe, and you'll be free just like us!"

I gave a little push, and everything blurs. A cacophony of light engulfs me.

Ah, so here's where the dream I'm looking for being hidden all along.

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In those pockets of peace within the mundaneness of daily life. In those pockets of time where I am being with my loved ones.

~FIN~

Ah, hello there! Your Creator here.

This mortal thinks real funny. Like he's the shit. Like he's the real deal.

Pshh. Mortals... right?

You agree, don't you?

I've decided. This weak-ass mortal, gonna have a second chance. One where I'm gonna control some of his thoughts.

Now, let's backtrack.

~INTRO~

Irrespective of all, however. I am still looking for that one dream.

A dream of a vast grassland where all the things I've lost or gave up on could be found. Be it love, wealth, or happiness. Things or beings that had passed on. All the ones who had left me behind.

"I can sell you that dream, child." A voice whispered.

"I can let you be free."

"I can free you, but what can you give me?"

I can't give you any wealth.

I can't give up my health.

I can't give up all the love that had been given to me, just for that single dream full of happiness.

"Here's the syringe, and you'll be free just like us!"

I'll give up searching for that dream. I've found it already.

In those pockets of peace within the mundaneness of daily life. In those pockets of time where I am being with my loved ones.

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The dream was found, yet there's no answer to prayers.

There's still suffering, even more than what the lies told you.

There's no awareness, nobody seems to understand that time stops for no one.

There's no luck, no longevity, nor rest. Both for me, and the world.

A bleak outlook, true. But a necessary one.

Because even the awakened can't do anything except their best.

Yet, have you?

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I am awake, proudly.

I am awake to the fact that daily life is mundane.

I am awake to the fact that my wishes are just as important.

I am aware that the world doesn't run on justice, though some people're living by it.

I am aware that others may not be as forgiving, but they can be more than that.

I am aware of the lies that are being fed to people who lived in the comfort of their homes, and that's why I'm here.

I am awake, and I am aware.

That's why I want to dream, to dream for the will to change even destiny.

Funny isn't it?

To be awake and aware, yet without any drive to change things up. Truly a person lacking in courage.

That's why I prayed. I prayed to God who I believed in.

I asked for courage.

I prayed for others who're like me, to be given another chance.

Without any drive for change, the least I could do now is to pray.

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In the mundanity of daily life, In the numbness of repetition, I find myself longing for a dream.

Just that single dream.

For the world to be a better place, even after the time when there's no soul left who remembers me.

~FIN~