The Passing Dream

The Passing Dream; the point where thought is swallowed by imagination. Where flesh and steel are intertwined, rhythmically balanced across fiberoptic nerves.

A dream where I could understand every pixel of information presented to me, where all minds were one, where understanding was absolute, and where silence held lease, as all communication was done through thought.

Like most dreams, I managed to only hold on to a little sliver of it upon waking. This is my best interpretation of what I could remember.