A dream has been renewed once again. Fading in and out. A waking, conscious dream, completely real, completely reasonable and relived over and over. That moment of intense anticipation before, the savoured ecstasy, and after, eyes are opened and nothing exists but ourselves.
A new place now. Snippets of reality shifts the dream to this place. But it's unfamiliar. It was empty and solitary before, and the moment could be taken. But what of this new setting? Real, the risks are so real now. Now theres no excuse, no reason. Does the dream shatter back into nonsense?
Theres only one way to find out...
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I have to mention one of my favourite books in recent years: Philip Marsdens Spirit-Wrestlers : A Russian Journey . There's a particular...