I hate dreams.
You're on the hot air balloon, just suddenly on it as if someone pull you up by your collar and dropped you in the tiny and claustrophobic basket.
You flabbergast for a minute but adjust and started enjoying the view and the hot air which warms up the cold cold clouds.
First, you past by a few flying doves, and then an eagle.
Then you looked down and saw how small the field you were at was. It came to you as a past - you wouldn't want to go back to ground level, because you found a new way to live.
Then, as if 'life' doesn't treat you better, you saw the mountain. Huge, mesmerizing and majestic. That was the crux of it all - the peak of all the climaxes. All in all one whole experience where you think no one else except you get to feel.
Suddenly, there was silence. Nothing can be heard, felt, or seen. You felt that your 6 senses were all paralyzed.
Slowly, you began to think, where am I. Your sense of hearing came back. You hear some rasping, which you had feared since the beginning of this 'flight to nowhere'.
SNAP. You wake up. And then it's over, you were back on the field and, nothing has really happened because what the hell. It all happened only in your head.
I hate dreams.
