battling wild whales of the sea, dodging stampeding herds of horses, and conquering any other obstacle in my path, i am flying in an exciting world. as the protagonist, it is written in stone that i will be victorious and achieve the prize of the adventure. building friendships and trust, this dream seems so real.
before i reach the end, my system awakens, and my vessel lays in an awkward position, alone. turning my head to the left, my eyes spot a black-panther-baby snoozing and dreaming as i was. slowly bringing my gaze back to the ceiling, my lungs let out a sigh.
i think if you were there, you just may have been cheering me on.
in the midst of the dream(s), in a commercial-break-of-a-dream, you shaved off your beard and mustache.
"it looks good."
dreaming alone