When I was very young I had this beautiful dream.I was flying, everything was made of light. I had a great sense of peace and felt I was not alone ... Someone was holding my hand. So I looked down and saw a street. Everything was made of light. The street was full of people, people made ​​of light. I went through them and dived in warm water made ​​of light too and then I woke up and I was contemplating the darkness of my room ... I never forgot that dream. It was true, strong, so real that i never forgot it.
It was just a dream...but aren't we dreaming all the time?
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