I admit, it's a pretty sweet life. I'll always wonder what that particular dream means. I sowre I saw something, something I couldn't explain. I still can't, but in my mind, I know what is. Everyday, I ask, does it really exist? Is it possible that it has always been a mere fabrication of my mind and heart. Maybe the wind was telling me something. I need to escape into a different dimention of conciousness. In that world, perhaps the answers lie.