Dream World 1

First description of a daydream world.

Early dusk. Mid fall to mid winter. The sky is winking out to the west in creamsickle and cerulean. The clouds, spare, look like grey spiderwebs strung across the neglected top of the small, isolated dome. Planes can be seen in the distance, skirting around the edges of the horizon, hinting at some greater possibility going on beneath.

In the dream world, the night would stay like this for hours, even days. Lights, which are normally covered in the heavy sorrows of a southern summer, are glittering out from under barren trees nestled in the bosom of the sleeping earth. They line the highways six lanes wide, beacons of the American dream. In the dream world the lights would stay on, and cars would speed past. But there would be no people in the cars nor walking in the folds of the giant's skin under manufactured stars. The world would be silent and empty and full of perpetual dusk until I felt like turning it back on again.