In Dreams

There is something happening. 

The air is changing. 

Small signs present themselves and for the first time, I notice them. 

My dreams have been strange. I have seen the end. 

All access roads lead to water, and the highways give way to flight. 

The trees are a magnificent green and the water the deepest blue. The sun illuminates every color to a brilliance I have never seen before. 

The breeze washes over my face as I fly over the expanse of existence. I have never felt bliss like this. 

I hold a creature twice my size in the palm of my hand and determine he is real. 

There is harmony here. 

There is harmony there.

How I miss it.