I'm not really a brave person. I mean, I'll eat that uber-hot chili, but I'm not brave-brave. I'm just your average teen that spends all day at the skate-park and video games while ignoring any responsibility.
This was short. It only lasted moments.
A lady treading on nothing in a white sky that glittered silver and sparkled without light stood before me. She was elegant and strong, beautiful in nature without being attractive. I didn't feel much of anything, just a weightlessness that caused a calmness.
"You are brave. Stay with your bravery until the end."
I wanted to ask her a question, because I know I'm not brave, but as I tried to ask her, I woke up.
Was this just my ego playing around?
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