With Patience

In my dream, when I woke up, I was in a bedroom that only looked like mine. I knew it wasn't mine, despite all the things that I recognized; my lamp by the bed, my discs on the wall, my heroes framed and scattered throughout. Where was I? Not my bedroom. It was my bed, my blankets, but someone else's room. I was lost.

In my dream, when I opened the door, I stepped into dense jungle. There was chirping, squawking, roaring. I turned around, frightened, and the door slammed closed behind me, disappearing into dark green foliage. There was no way back but now I wasn't as frightened. There's no time for fear when you're trying to survive. I climbed up the tallest tree with ease to look for a path to take, but as I reached the top - even from the peak of the tallest tree - there were still trees around me that were taller. I couldn't see anything. Now, rather than keep climbing, I decided to swing from vine to vine, not knowing where I was or where to go, but at least I was moving. It's always best to keep moving. You never know how lost you are until you're standing still.