My dreams are intense. In both mental and physical sensations. I dream that I am other people; entirely separate from myself, with different feelings, drives, motivations, insecurities. I dream of flying over tall mountains and traversing vast crevasses. I have dreamed of endless golden fields and shallow, secretive lily ponds. I have fought demons and been defeated by them; I have protected and nurtured countless people whom I have never met, but whom I know and love intensely. I have been saved, in both body and heart, by countless heroes whom I met once and never knew again. I remember some of their names. Damien, Gerald, Thomas. I have forgotten and remembered my wings, I have traveled down forbidden paths, I have been milliseconds from enlightenment. I am everyone when I dream, I am only myself when I wake. Those peoples' minds who I inhabit, those whose minds I haven't, but who have guided me, comforted me, saved me, these are their stories. I owe them this credit.
