It was one of those dreams that invade the space between seconds, proving sleep has its own physics- where time shrinks and swells, lifetimes unspool in a blink, and cities burn to ash in a mere flutter of lashes.

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.

Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is