deep story nr. 153 | dreaming away | by Steve Hope

My action in the park got a lot of attention. I was convinced
that I had done something good for the music world and I was
ecstatic from joy. My calling as an ambassador of music had
boosted my spirits and my creativity. I had the feeling that I
had finally found a mission for myself. A way in which I could
make the world a slightly better place with my skills. While I
was strolling through the streets, lost in thought, my body spoke
out. My walk was getting slower and my eyelids were getting
heavier. In the last few days sleep was a bit too short.
Actually, I couldn't even remember when I last had a decent sleep
the last time. I tried to recall, but I could only recapitulate a
few days. At a certain point in the past, my inner eye only sees
the color black. I was probably just over-exhausted and no longer
capable of top intellectual performance. I finally decided to
take a proper sleep. But first I had to check my emails again.
ComRa wrote to me and congratulated me for the successful
promotion in the park. They think I am a man of vision.
Ambassadors with so much passion would certainly be useful for
them on site at the next event. More information to follow soon.
I crashed on my bed, exhausted but full of happiness, and closed
my eyes. Music started playing in my head immediately. Within a
few minutes I dreamt of a noisy place with lots of people. Our
new deep story should take you by the hand and accompany you
musically while you close your eyes for a moment and dream of
another place.