It was a dark and lonely night; a forested landscape below abounded everywhere. The line of trees below did not allow staring beyond the cup of the trees. With a single flutter of hands, the man could displace himself along the summits of the trees, just like birds do. The feeling of hovering in the middle of a dark night was familiar to him.
" I have been here before," he would consider.
On the occassions he had had the same dream, he had always felt the sensation of having been there before and the experience of existence was unique at that moment. With a single agitation of his hands, he could elevate himself higher and higher in the firmament. Once above, he could gaze far away in the distance.
" I love this dreams; it´s the maximum freedom, " he would exclaim with delight.
The state of idleness, would cause him to lose altitude, so he would flap his hands harder, wanting to go higher. Soon, the dream would come to an end, when the stupor of tiredness totally triumphed on him.
In the morning, upon awakening;
"Uhhhh, I love to fly!" he exclaimed peering at the ceiling.
" I have been here before," he would consider.
On the occassions he had had the same dream, he had always felt the sensation of having been there before and the experience of existence was unique at that moment. With a single agitation of his hands, he could elevate himself higher and higher in the firmament. Once above, he could gaze far away in the distance.
" I love this dreams; it´s the maximum freedom, " he would exclaim with delight.
The state of idleness, would cause him to lose altitude, so he would flap his hands harder, wanting to go higher. Soon, the dream would come to an end, when the stupor of tiredness totally triumphed on him.
In the morning, upon awakening;
"Uhhhh, I love to fly!" he exclaimed peering at the ceiling.
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