I knew there was no sure way to fight the addiction in his memories.  Not without interference of what his memories remember.  Doing so could alter his memory in such a way that it would not be remembered correctly and could be forgotten forever without ever being able to access the original memory.  In his sleep state galaxies are created for a short time.  These are known as dreams.  During such time all memories scramble and form moments that the sleeping mind experiences. Although not real the mind has to do such a duty in order to make the brightest of memories shine forever.  To store away light that can be used for another time.  This is where I can attack the addiction! In his dreams.  He will see it as just a dream and feel as though it is no memory at all.  And so the dream begins.

The dream is of a grand dead tree in the middle of a green field. There sitting against the tree was a shadow child with a white mask on.  The mask had the face of me.  This sent a terror down my spine for some reason.  The child spoke in two voices. " Will you play with me."  He held a ball made of pale light that seem to have a spiral of darkness at its center. He threw the ball at me and I caught it.  I held it in both my hands as the spiral of darkness seem to call to me. I then heard beautiful song notes being sung from the sky.  My celestial star owls broke me out of the trance.  I then threw the pale light ball away as the child shadow screamed in anger.  It threw off its mask and went into a hole in the tree.  It screamed louder and louder while inside as the dead tree begin to grow leaves made of darkness and pale light.  The sky turned red and the grass yellow.  This dream had become a nightmare!