I have seen in some places people talk about visual patterns that ripple through their mind when one turns off their body and falls asleep. I have recently learned that this sort of phenomenon is called "Dreaming". I have been up each day, scouting, travelling, learning. Tonight, however, I close my eyes, and wait. The scenery of my dream does not matter. The person standing in front of me, though, was someone that I have never met before. It's hard to describe it's appearance, but it seemed still. Robotic. Lifeless, but with a voice. He spoke to me. And I responded back. The rest of the dream was a blur. I don't remember much that I have said, and I don't remember much what he has said, but, There's a small spark of hope that I'm not alone. I woke up today. I've gotten insight of many things this past week.
