The world is spinning and so am I. Mediocrity overcomes me as long as I m awake. I m driven toward unconsciousness, eager for my dreams. In a wonderland incensed by darkness, I moved like a flood of shadows--- free from the hindrance of gravity. It s always twilight here, and so time cannot exist.
A shimmering city glared invitingly, and I m drawn by its rage. I moved toward it without sound, and before my approach was complete the city swallowed me. I was inside a grand cathedral, it was like being underwater.
There were dozens of masked figures bathed in fluorescent, golden light. Only those right in front of me appeared to be solid. No one could anchor here, not in a place of dreams. I assumed a mask like the rest of them. Mine reaching far back from my ears, a great red-feathered plume. With my arms stretched far from my sides, I danced. Joining the torrent of other dreamers who never touched the ground.
