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Jam1son33
James D'Ambrosio
United States, New York, Amityville

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The Architect

The science of sleep produces monsters that sneak along rooftops sheltering houses of condensed night-time dreams. Each box cells an imaginative thought tainted by a sound nightmare. This nightmare is not meant to scare you awake, but to force you to advance further in the dream to see which wondrous road leads to the exit. There are two routes to take: the first is a shell of things that have happened throughout the day. Some would take this path and correct any upsetting moments or unravel misunderstood quarrels that have disrupted their insides. Others stick to the scenic route; those with a passion for adventure and absolutely no guidance. Here, it is only you and the following breeze. Although the monsters will be waiting for you here, hiding behind shadowy trees and dwelling in darkened alleyways, the guardians also anxiously await your arrival. Open the doorway at the end of this road, and you will awake a new person with a higher anticipation for what the world has to offer. Do not run away from the monsters. Instead, look directly into their black, endless eyes and show them you are the architect. After all, it is only a dream. They can't hurt you.

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nadinesellers Comment by: nadinesellers - 2007-11-16 17:57
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james, open the doorway at the end of the road, a beautiful concept. awake-n a new person.
did you mean it to run on like a litany or in the rush of writing, you forgot to breathe? it moves.
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