Awake with his eyes closed. Morning? In the chirping quiet he thought soft thoughts. Quietly whispering through the fleeting dream mind. Bread-water, un-perpetual gravity, simple war, blindfolds, cereal and wet cartoons, magic, crystalline overlays. Humming wonder appeared and his eyes opened. In the dim brightening light of relaxation the dream echo pronounced, “Returning, be not to lose forward the found charging relief and save.” There’s no one here. Start over.