The universe rippled sending cascades of forever rolling across my soul. I was lost. I was found. The stars made sea spray splashed across my face like some cosmic aftershave, and I wept. I’m not ashamed to admit it, I wept. A perfect dream, I sought to wake, to emerge from my revelations into a life revitalised, a corporeality I understood, at last. But I couldn’t. You probably know this now. I was the dream and always would be.