In Dreams
by VIcktor Blaq
The four prophets of old came to me in the most precious of silences, and beseeched me to listen whilst I slept. In my sleep they told the secrets the wind whispers to the earth through the trees. they spoke of all that is to come and all that has passed as if it where one. they told me my purpose and I awoke knowing the truths of mad men and the lies of those who pretend.
The Deep Sleep Review 
I enjoyed this, short as it is. Not the ending I expected, but then I’m one of those that never remember their dreams. I can’t recall a single one I’ve ever had. I hate that, since my siblings always had the funniest and coolest dreams and nightmares.
from the style of your writing it seems to me like you never really need to dream. your creative enough as it is.