Stephanie slept on a pen and dreamed of writing her name in the sky. When the ink ran out, she hopped on a spaceship with aliens who could read minds. That’s when she realized that reality is all in the mind. Reality is a dream. And so, she kept dreaming and soon learned that everything was in its right place.
When she woke up, the sunlight illuminated the dullness of earth. Nothing but trees and ants and computers and robots and cars and telephones and cell phones and musical sheets spoke to her but she could not hear them because in the waking world, reality was (de)constructed and broken and duotone.
In other words, the earth is black and white and no one knows where all the crayons in the Crayola box are constructed…perhaps in our dreamworld.
When she woke up, the sunlight illuminated the dullness of earth. Nothing but trees and ants and computers and robots and cars and telephones and cell phones and musical sheets spoke to her but she could not hear them because in the waking world, reality was (de)constructed and broken and duotone.
In other words, the earth is black and white and no one knows where all the crayons in the Crayola box are constructed…perhaps in our dreamworld.
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