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Jul 2017
Sleep.

For something so important, so necessary, so crucial to our survival, to our growth and health, it can all too easily be disrupted; distorted, turned into something that you fear and despise. One would do anything to avoid going back in to that nightmarish black hellscape, where everything is twisted and wrong.

And yet?

There are those, the lucky few who have nothing to fear, who don't experience the dread that plagues the darkest corners of the mind, where it is human nature to fear the dark, the abyss. These lucky few have a dreamscape that is nothing but wonders: things of their choosing and desires.

Oh, to wish it were so for the rest of us.

To experience a world of colours beyond description, places of unimaginable beauty and expanse. To never fear the movement from the corner of your eye, or the sound just behind you. Seeing such a place would bring tears to the most damaged, scarred dreamer, should they ever make it.
Written by
Toby Jacobs
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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