Dreaming... I was dreaming...

Perhaps it may have been but a long forgotten memory...

A dream... A memory...

Things remembered when one is asleep... Things forgotten when one is awake... Where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one's dreams...

Which are reality? Which are illusions? One cannot tell until one awakes... Or perhaps they are, at the same time, both truth and fiction...

A vast nebulous... With no boundaries... An emptiness equivalent to my own existence...

I dreamt such a dream... A long... Never-ending dream.