The Diminished Dragon

A blur of sleepy ropes, a necessity that grew stronger and stronger around him, and he tried to enjoy the fact that he finally had a bed of any kind to sleep on. Then he remembered everything else that wasn't really enjoying it at the moment, and raised his thoughts a little before falling asleep. A spring would reach for other sources of food during this journey, he had tried to avoid it so far and managed to avoid it now, instead sleep took him to it now in its ropes full of decisions. Something appeared before him. It was evident in the things that over the years he had not received very many dreams, the ones that had stood out to him and had stood in them to entertain him with artistic meaning in the places of his travels that had come up repeatedly and haunted him. They didn't always have a cutting message about the affairs of his life, but more than once they did internalize certain matters from them. This time it felt like a focus. He appeared light, powerful light and blurred whose color was not gathered to himself, he began to pulse and crush and toward him shape tinning, pervasively passed in the random space around him, the light almost reached him, compressed around him into a halo space.

The light on its spread began to adjust his pace and trend with the senses of Devadell and their opening, their hiddenness was pulping aura on the shapes of light and blur, his color tried to sharpen, and almost stood against him as closely as nearly as nearly as nearly as nearly as close to it. He began to demand and attack from all directions, spinning around him, he began to confuse from the dizzying light. The place began to beat, bend and persecuted in sick movements, he began to feel a bad thing. Feelings really began to pulse around him, to move on to his mind to keep that he was dreaming or not, and this was becoming increasingly blurred, even out of a beating that stood in the light, which seems to be telling something to flesh. There were some of the higher dreams around him, but they did not touch him, and it seemed that if they did, he would not have the strength to return. The winds blew through him, passing light and vibration over him, but slowly robbing him of his senses and independence. The light began to take shape, he began to wrinkle everything around him, he was almost convinced that if the light came now at his door he would not be able to return from the dream of life, if it was a dream at all. Everything called for him to intensify, he could no longer stand the mixture of sensations that disconnected and connected his senses in random ways almost constantly, to be built in spaces of distortions and to build the environment like canals that swallow him up several times in parallel, everything began to lose, to lose himself, his sky. He is there, he is already there, the light begins to take on color, he rises, he is supreme in a moment, he breathes before him a supreme being, he blesses it, he begins to jump in place - "D.. Del" he is there and there and there "Dev.. For the entity wraps him, he wraps the entity-"Depalation!!! He wakes up.