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The Dream

Is it real or dream? The Tapestry of Dream

By Yin KimPublished 26 days ago 3 min read
The Dream
Photo by Илья Мельниченко on Unsplash


The world outside my window was a symphony of rain. Each drop, a tiny percussionist on the glass, drumming a lullaby against the night. I lay in bed, the sheets pulled up to my chin, a warmth spreading through my body as I drifted into the familiar embrace of sleep.

My consciousness began to unravel, threads of thought dissolving into a swirling nebula of colors and sensations. I was no longer in my room, the familiar walls replaced by a vast, shimmering landscape. The air was alive with a luminescent energy, a kaleidoscope of hues dancing in the wind.

Before me, a magnificent city rose from the earth. Its buildings were not of stone or steel, but of living, breathing flora. Vines, thick as pythons, snaked their way up towering trees, their leaves shimmering with emerald and sapphire light. Flowers, the size of small cars, bloomed in vibrant shades of crimson, amethyst, and gold. Their petals unfurled, revealing intricate patterns that shifted and pulsed with an inner life.

As I walked through this city, I felt a sense of wonder and awe. The air hummed with the music of nature, a symphony of chirping insects, rustling leaves, and the gentle murmur of a nearby waterfall. The city’s inhabitants were creatures of pure imagination, beings of light and shadow, their bodies fluid and ever-changing. They greeted me with smiles that radiated warmth and acceptance, their voices a chorus of whispers and laughter.

We strolled through vibrant markets where fruits glowed with inner light, their flavors intoxicating the senses. We dined on meals that tasted of sunshine and starlight, each bite a burst of pure joy. We danced beneath a sky painted with constellations that shifted and swirled, their patterns telling stories of ancient wisdom and forgotten dreams.

The city was a tapestry woven from the threads of imagination, a place where the impossible became reality. I met a woman with wings of iridescent feathers, who spoke of a world where time flowed in circles, where every moment was a chance for rebirth. I encountered a man made of moonlight, who shared stories of the stars, their secrets whispered on the wind.

As the sun began to rise, casting a golden glow over the city, I felt a pang of sadness. This world, so vibrant and alive, felt like a dream, a fleeting glimpse of a reality beyond my grasp.

I awoke with a sigh, the memory of the city still vivid in my mind. The rain had stopped, and the sun was filtering through my window, painting the room in a soft, golden light. The world outside seemed ordinary, yet I knew that the extraordinary was still within reach, hidden within the depths of my own imagination.

The dream city remained a secret, a cherished memory tucked away in the folds of my mind. But it was more than just a dream. It was a reminder that the world is full of wonder, that even the most mundane can be transformed by the power of imagination. It was a call to embrace the magic that exists within us all, to let our dreams take flight and paint the world with the colors of our own creation.

And as I stepped out into the day, I carried with me a piece of that dream city, a spark of wonder that ignited a new sense of possibility. The world, I realized, was no longer just a place to be lived in, but a canvas on which to paint my own dreams, a stage on which to play the music of my own imagination. And in that realization, I found a beauty far greater than any dream could ever offer.


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