I imagined myself falling into an abyss without anything to hold on to; I saw myself engulfed by nothingness, in a world without feelings, thoughts, colors, lost forever in a void.
Just then I had a fantastic dream - about an unbelievable reality. I had the feeling that somewhere in a distant world, the dream was being lived out. How could I be sure that dreams weren't actually messages from some other real existence, while my senseless life was in fact, just the imaginary reflection of that unknown world.
I wanted the dream to go on forever, to make me forget everything else, to wipe it all from the face of earth. I knew this whole story was only a dream - this tale that was bringing me back to life was something my tormented mind had created from nothing. Unconsciously, I believed the dream was true, I felt it was true, I wanted it to be true.
I believe in the impossible, I believe in my dream, in my vision of the future.
I could make, barely visible, a glimmer of light at the end of this black tunnel of pain and sorrow, this hopeless daily gloom...
It was what allows us to believe, what can transform almost any man.
It was HOPE
my mind could conceive it;
and my heart could believe it;
and then, I could achieve it..
My dreams gave life back to me.
Now I, must give dreams back to life.