The Last Dream

by practicalspactical

Somehow, we dream. And in our dreams, all is possible. The mountains race, the dead speak. And yet, we wake, constrained by the Real, until the edge and the end when the Last Dream comes, restraints are transcended, and at the last, we go, we do, we see what we will.

And we should live our lives so when the Last Dream comes, we can see each other’s faces, forever.