Don't speak of salad, pancakes, beans, raccoon's, ramen broth, beads, or potatoes. Ok?

Give me Cheesecake. Capital C.

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This life may be a dream. Dreams may be the real life. Nightmares may be illusions or reality, but never are they life. To some, life will be a dream that they cry to live again. In this dream, we're walking on a road, are we not? Or are we walking on a path? I'm walking on a path. Are you walking on a path or a road? In the next life, this life may be a forgotten nightmare. We cry tears of joy as we walk down the path, or we cry tears of sorrow out of compassion for those running on the road. Either way, we're laughing.

Why is that road so dark? Someone turn on the light! What do you mean there's no light on the road? Don't worry? Why not? It's wide enough for people to walk without falling?! Get on your knees and find your way to the path! There's sure to be light there, right? Right.

What a path it is! It goes up a mountain; so rocky but we never fall. Really, we're walking rather smoothly. Oh, but the road is smooth, yet everyone has fallen.

We cry in sorrow because people are on the road. We laugh in joy because we're on the path.

The path leads to the life where this is a long forgotten nightmare. The road leads to where this life is a dream of heaven. People cry and fight to re-enter the dream. But there's no sleep. There's never any sleep.

But there's rest. This life is to much of a reality to dream about. We need to run. Run the race and fight. Race down the path. There's light at the end of the tunnel. There's rest. We'll leave the nightmare and maybe we'll forget it. We have to dream now, no? Where there's no vision, people fall.

Don't fall. Dream to live in what today will be a dream, but tomorrow you'll find it life. Or today you know it's life. If it's life, than this life isn't life. We have life. But we're not facing it; not all of us..

I'm telling you an enigma. Can you solve the mystery of this mind?