Ellipticon, v. 0.1
I dreamt. And in this dream it was summer.
And on this bright summer day I suddenly dreamt of a very snowy winter.
Which I enjoyed. This dream.
Being a dream winter in the midst of a real summer.
Within my real dream. In winter.
It was amazing, as a game and an illusion. Of another dream.
Of two perfect seasons of happiness so close.
Nota bene: I wished these were exactly the words I dreamt.
But unfortunately I'm not too sure how much I managed to recover/restore. Sorry!
Why I found it noteworthy nevertheless is the fact, that I actually dreamt a specific poem word by word being the story of a winter dream within this dream of a summer. And all this in 3D-Technicolor®, of course :D
Which leads me to think that there's room for improvement… :)