My mind and my thoughts they glimmer,like a dream captioned in misty grey. But the illustrations of this dream show sadness like the skillful shadings of an artist lingering by each stroke of his brush. My dream show visions in vivid detail like the characteristics of sadly trying to grasp myself to what's reality and what's not. I see the same people saying the same things encrypted in different nationalities, languages,and emotion. So I take the same sip from the same cup and it puts all my misunderstood into its proper focus.Plus my clarity has been heightened as if I'm watching this dream in its highest of high definition. So is it this dream what's putting me in the twilight of what's real and what's not or my conscious mind giving me false insecurities of what's to come and what's not.