So, there I was, walking on a path that wasn't really here. You ever get that feeling? Like you're somewhere between awake and... something else.
I saw a blue door, just standing. In the middle of nowhere. Didn't knock, but I swear I heard music. Catch the rhythm, you know? Or maybe it was just the wind whispering sweet nothings.
Dreams are odd. One minute you're rafting in a desert, and the next, you're talking to a giraffe about quantum physics. Don't ask how or why, just know it makes sense in a world that flips on its head.
And then I met them – the shadowy figures just beyond the edge of perception. Were they friendly? Hard to say. Sometimes a laugh is worth a thousand words. Ever make a paper airplane and wonder where it might land? Go fly your dreams.
A lone foghorn blared in the distance, cutting through the stillness. Time became a loose concept, stretching, bending, almost like a funky rhythm. Just keep stepping, keep the beat, keep the flow.
Who's to say what's real? The world morphs, shapes shift like shadows dancing on walls. You either chase the dream or let it chase you. Either way, there's always another trail waiting to be uncovered.