If I could see more dreams, I’d dream of water slowly flowing around me. The stream runs away. I try to stop it. But water passes between my fingers. Time… Time is river. Ever flowing. Never stopping. Away it flows from me. The farther it goes, the faster it gets. I cannot get out, it drags me along. Swirling and smashing me on the rocks. Thrashing and screaming, I come close to the waterfall and fall. And then awake from dreams… Time… Time is river. Ever flowing. Never stopping.