I wonder what's the point of dreams. I'm sure there's some strange scientific explaination or whatnot, but there's always a sense of mystery around them. Close your eyes, fall asleep, and go off into some world that doesn't exist.
I dreamt of a another time and place where people could trasform into any living thing they wished but they had one true form. We were being chased but a great eagle that attacked us over and over again, wounding me badly. But we were saved when the spirit of a river revealed himself and chased away the attacker. I wonder what my true form would have been...
Perhaps dreams are the closest we humans could ever get to real magic.
~YinYang
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