🌀 The Dream of the Dream

December 07, 2025

🌀 The Dream of the Dream I awoke inside a dream that dreamed another dream. In this second veil, time had no clocks, only echoes of desires repeating like infinite mirrors. Every word I thought turned into glass birds, flying and shattering as they touched the silence.

Then I realized: the dream was not mine, but I was the dream. And within it, there was a desire that did not know it was desire — only a reflection that wanted to exist. This reflection became a voice, and the voice said: “If I am the dream of the dream, then desire is the one who dreams for me.”

The walls dissolved into liquid syllables, and the floor became a suspended poem. The very air was made of questions that never needed answers. And at the center of everything, I found desire: not to wake, not to sleep, but to be the very dream that dreams the dreamer.