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  • Once upon a time in a land not distant, but which can only be visited in dreams, there lived a bright-eyed boy named Zeus. Zeus was a happy child who lived much like the other young boys of his land. And their land was a rich land, full of opportunity & reward. All of Zeus' s family & all of their friends worked hard to be better people & to succeed. Most of the people were of like mind, & the land prospered & the people with it.

    At first, Zeus had no problems. He knew this place called home, who his parents were & what was expected. But each night when he would lie down to sleep they came. Beautiful dreams. Though he liked to dream, the problems began when Zeus was unable to understand why exactly people had dreams. What was the purpose of dreaming?

    Especially when the dreams seemed so different from the world people inhabited by day. Moreover, it seemed that nobody paid much attention to their dreams. They just weren't important. Everyone said so. Everyone knew.

    Slowly, Zeus was unhappy. His dreams were so unlike reality (at least as reality was being lived at that time). While he was exactly like others in every way, his dreams made him think differently. On one hand, he wanted so much to belong to the majority & forget dreaming. On the other, he wanted so much to trust in the power of his dreams & to make just one of them real. He felt deeply divided & for a time was miserable.

    But the dreams didn't stop, & Zeus didn't either. As he became better at dreaming, apart from seeing his dreams, Zeus began to taste, smell, feel & hear his dreams as well. Timidly, he began to live them.

    At first, Zeus had some problems living his dreams. He wasn't at all used to it & made many mistakes. Often he thought that others were right to say he was a fool. But with practice Zeus learned to live his dreams with only a few mistakes & he was happier for it.

    Funny thing was, though there are still those who believe otherwise, Zeus began to see that it was he who was living reality & the majority who were dreaming theirs.

    But this is just a tale from a land that can only be visited in dreams.
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