Changes in dream states

Au bord de la civilisation, ou alors je me plais à penser.

The sun began to set as he reached the end of a road that took him to the edge of the sea.  It truly was the edge of civilization, for the houses were few and scarce, and landscape was left untouched by men.  The light cast extraordinary colors upon the Arctic waters.  The 90-foot waves seemed oddly peaceful, and as he glided up and down the waters, he could see tiny lights from a village in the distance through the water in extraordinarily warm shades of orange and dark blue.  The whole ocean glittered like a gem.

In the same manner that he used to maneuver the waves, he surfed the sand dunes in the middle of a desert.  There wasn't a cloud in the sky.  Coincidentally, he managed to catch the surf competition that happened to be taking place;  though he got off to a shaky start, he finished fantastically.

In the middle of a metropolis, the pedestrians that appeared became progressively more dangerous.  Things were not what they appeared to be, he knew that the pens they carried were something much more insidious.  He walked beside the violinist, everything would be fine as long as the violinist did not get hurt.  Yet despite his best efforts with an intimidating voice, a one of them still managed to cut him.

Along the boardwalk midday, one of the bro's started reprimanding him, a futile attempt to whittle at his resolve.  This one tried to use library fines to subdue him, but to no avail seeing as he had none.  "If you ever get even  a little bit of a fine..."

"Don't worry, I won't."

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Happiness is a choice, and furthermore it is not mutually exclusive from progress.  Happiness is determined by perspective, and perspective is a choice.  This concept becomes painfully clear as dormant passions are called to life.

Friendship and collaboration.  Friendship versus collaboration?  Friendship as a collaboration.  Friendship is a collaboration?  Whatever the case, I can no longer follow someone who will not do the same for me.  (And thank goodness I don't have to.)

A new wind lifts the fallen leaves off the ground, and the colors of the sunset matched those of the waters from a dream state far away.