text: Do you know what astral dreaming is? I do, it's all I do. I've been in a coma for decades. Yet somehow I live a full life, in a world that’s up to me to shape. A world I’ve struggled in. A world I’ve loved in! Heh. I am a ghost writer, a dream writer? Whatever you call it. I've inspired thousands to write what I see in my world. The way I see it, dreams are a simply another dimension. A physical and ethereal place. Teaching others with the condition as me to break the shackles that tether them to their earthly bodies and join me in absolute freedom. In the Astral, time moves slower, so much slower. But my time is finite and my body will die. Soon as well, too soon. Thousands of regrets, yet I wouldn't change a thing. A rollercoaster, a wave that never seemed to end. A ride composed with happiness, sorrow, love and hate and everything between. The only limitation was my imagination. Such a small imagination I had. Wish I had accumulated more knowledge, wish I had seen more, experienced more. Then it struck me, if I’m not enough, I’ll find someone that has more! So I began searching out others like me, but found none. Abjectly, I clinged to the passing minds that flicked in and out of my world. Desperate for something new. Bits and pieces was all I found. Crushed and in all honesty infuriated I went on chaotic streak, destroyed everything I saw. Then it hit me like a brick, like a river smashing a riverbed. I'll simply teach someone to become like me! Years of trial and error, I finally found someone like me, a person stuck in their body unable to leave. Finally, a companion, someone to share this dream with. An 80-year-old scholar, a physicist no less. Swimming in the sun and sleeping in black holes. For a second a fire was lit and in that second it went out. Gone in a blink of an eye. And so, I will leave as well. Blink and I’m gone.