I had a repeated dream where every time I have more and more fit, question marks and shadows become clear, segments that turn to be continued, characters from those segments that run into and at say undone, some are vague passages. Others are not. Some can hear.

Rest like voids. 1st person to 3rd. Each room with meaning. But some of those with not. Just there wait like an ocean to filled with life. Rooms that respond with actions. Rooms that represent some hollows in your passed. And the end will be wait for you to finish

what you have made. Surroundings which are made as self reflection. Sound hears what you generate. Your look is immortal, while radiance is not. The train that takes you forward is helping, not harming. The conductor and workers are wait. Waiting for you. You to see

what you made. The creation of your being.

- Your mind

Messages of Self Dreams by me Aaron

I'm seeing the last past of this thread. And I don't know how to make the first part appear first