Dear, George.

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March 22, 2021

Time passes differently inside a dream, it may be fast or it may be the opposite, but still, one things for sure is that, in a dream, everything that happens is purely based of on your imagination.

The stronger your imagination, the bolder the dream gets. But for this fellow over here, George, his dreams are out of the ordinary, in short surreal.

You may ask as to why George keeps on sleeping right? Well the answer to that is still unknown.

George finds himself standing beside a person on a cliff, bit dangerous but romantic at the same time.

He hears someone singing to him, George then frantically searches the vicinity and found no one but the person beside him.

In a shock, he slowly covered his mouth with his hand, barely hiding his face. That person was wearing a smiling mask, lime colored hoodie and was taller than himself.

"Dream?" he uttered this words without even knowing why, like who would be in the right mind to say something like that. But for George, he felt familiar, he was someone close he can feel it.

The person seem unshaken and continues to stare at the sunset. George followed his gaze and he was looking at a dim sunset, his color blindness took most of the excitement from him. But he can tell that it is an art worth to look at.

"A dream huh." says George who was a bit disappointed. He wanted to experience something like this in real life, but couldn't, who knows why.

The masked person that George called 'Dream' earlier began humming, a tune so fine captured George's attention.

His voice was good, George thought to himself as he listens to the masked person.

After a few minutes of staring into the horizon, the masked person stopped humming, he stepped back and walked down the road.

George who was tracking the masked person with his gaze, he unknowingly followed and at his disturbance, he couldn't go any further. He wonders as to why he couldn't, he knows and is aware that this is a dream, but why couldn't he do what he wanted?

He helplessly watched as the masked person walked further down the road, with his mind being a mess he shouted.

"Dream!"

The person stopped, making George feel a bit of joy. He turned to look at George and waves a goodbye.

Then there he was deserted, left all alone on the cliff. He walked closer to the edge and held on to the railings to avoid from falling, looking at the horizon as the wind blew softly unto his skin.

The song that he heard from that masked person kept on playing inside George's head. It was too good to be an original song, it was ephemeral, too good to be true.

He unconsciously looked at the ground and saw something that was left behind by the masked person.

"A lamp?"

George carried the lamp, he examined it and yet the lamp also felt familiar. Everything that had happened in his dream felt familiar to him, but he couldn't get his mind to work normally like he would on the over world.

The lamp was stuffed with papers, like it was becoming not only a lamp, but a cherished and valued item for someone.

Papers flew out of the lamp and George tried to get them back, but only one paper had he got back.

He opened it and it was a letter, a letter to someone special. But it was lacking, only saying 'i love you'.

This must have been from the masked person, this is his cherished lamp, but he left it here. George's mind was in a mess and couldn't get things straight.