There once lived a boy who had extremely vivid . . . dreams. These . . . dreams took him to times beyond our own and places unknown on this planet. As he grew older in this life he began to see a pattern of connection between the various times and places he . . . dreamt about. He also began to understand the people in his . . . dreams. Stories he told himself seemed to be more like re-living events he had been through than tales he amused himself with.
As he grew up he, like most of his friends, put away these childhood pursuits and began the business of living as a responsible adult. But many of his nights were filled with these . . . dreams. He began noticing small details about the landscape, the people and the history of these places. Wait a minute. History? Of places that didn’t exist and times that never were? How can one dream a complete history of that which never was?
So he kept much of what he . . . dreamt locked within and only used some of it in role playing games with his friends. Most of them thought he had an exceptional imagination. He thought so as well.
Until one day, in the middle years of his life, he met a woman who, when he told her of these fantastic places and people, looked at him and said “I know those places as well.”
