I love the rain when I'm sheltered and I love the cold when I'm warm, I love god when I'm thankful and when I see it I love the dawn. I wish I was a child, and I'm thankful that I was, grateful for memory. When I lucid dream I wonder how my mind can come up with such realistic holograms in 3d, it's like the brain is creating with AI. And it responds to prompts from me, questioning whether the creator of dreams can do a certain thing like can it rain or can I feel the wind and it responds with a dream that proves it can. ![]() |