you dream of running. you dream of being pursued. you run down paths created by flights and fancy. you hide in holes deep and dark. you can't run. you can't hide.
the creature that pursues you has an indomitable will and is fueled with a indeplenishable store of energy. it doesn't know fear. it doesn't show weakness. it doesn't tire.
it is knowable intellect against unknowable power. there is no winning.
when i wake, i know the runner is where i am. the pursuer is where i want to be.
i am fearful of the future and energized by the possibilities.
if you don't have dreams like me...
i am sorry.
i woke from a dream of being pursued with this thought on my mind.