SF dreams for a better tomorrow

I know, in a normal life I cannot live through much...

But in dreams, I shall live for ever. Not as a writer, mind! In essence, I move house from dream to dream, not only people, not only in thoughts, but... Ahh yes, I have to take care that the person or the being in whose dream I am does not wake up all at once, or God forbid die, because before that I have to shift myself somewhere safe... or else I go into somebody else's dream again. Uh... and that – 'seemingly only my own eternity' set itself going too far from this or anyone's association, like so.

Ehh yes, but first, I shall mention something more about this whispering way of writing. The people have a saying too: 'Much talk – little use!' But the people stayed the people, they are like a populace that is not there and that some rapture pulls along, less and less in our age... And although the price of such freedom is not awake, and so I first wrote in the manner of an essay, briefly and to many unclearly, and then, for the sake of the people's work, that is, of the ordinary man, I drew the sentences out while opening the doors of the mind... or an SF escape from the doors of the mind... I quickly felt that I was worrying needlessly...

Hm, perhaps what follows will look excessive to you as well, but somebody, from a different escape altogether, stole a billion years from our universe, light ones of course, so that the ancient events I describe could come 'cosmically' close to me in dreams... So let God's Repose shine upon such refuges too...