Burning Beneath

We wake up every morning and dismiss the night’s journey as just a dream, but what if we have it all wrong? What if the world we touch, see, and navigate in daylight is the illusion, while the one we drift into at night is the real one?

Dreams reveal our rawest desires, deepest fears, and forgotten truths—but what if they aren’t just fragments of our subconscious? What if they are entire realms that exist beyond the limits of our physical bodies, places where only the soul can travel?

In these dream realms, there are no societal masks, no expectations, no false identities. There, we are untethered from everything that shapes us in the waking world—our past, our failures, our conditioning. We move as we truly are, as the purest versions of ourselves, unrestricted by human logic or limitations.

Some dreams feel like distant echoes, fragmented and hazy. Others feel like second lives, unfolding in places we’ve never been yet somehow recognize. Have you ever woken up feeling like you left something behind? Like you had unfinished business in a place that doesn’t exist here but is somehow more real than the world around you?

Maybe these aren’t dreams at all. Maybe, at night, we return to where we belong. To a realm where the soul roams free.

And if that’s true… then who is the real you? The one trapped in daylight’s illusion? Or the one wandering in the night?