13.11.2011Specks of Light (DILD) ★★★☆☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Constant tracing. Stuck between infinitely constraining parameters. This is my dream. Again. And again. And again I trace, searching for a way out, a way to break free, but there is none. I'm confined within myself, and I WON'T FUCKING HAVE IT! I call death upon my constraints, little points of light, wiped out of existence, one by one until only a void remains in my rampage. But soon it's filled, as millions upon millions of shimmering lights are drawn around me. I could do it; wipe them all out in a single swipe. . . but what are they? Why did wiping those other specks tear at me the way it did? I'll stop. . . For now.