Why we have dreams.
In ancient times, our location being Rome, a lot of terror has struck down in our small city, you can hear the struggles of innocent bystanders as the roundhouse men, a gang of criminals, tempted to harm them. “Larry.” Creator asked, “Why have you never seen the town on your own?” Larry listened, then began think, think, thinking of an excuse, but soon failed. “Well, Creator, I’m just afraid; there’s a lot of crime.” He replied, before walking out of his cozy two bedroom home, ‘I’m ready now, though.’ He thought to himself.
He looked up and down the street, screams echoing in the distance and he took a deep breath and began his first walk around town, “maybe I can walk away from all the crime.” Larry whispered under his breath. He looked up from the street, to see some signs, and more crime. He turned to go to the other side of the city, when all he seen was innocent bystanders lying on the ground.
He continued his journey, when an idea struck him. “Creator, oh Creator! I’ve just thought of the most perfect idea!” Larry exclaimed nearly jumping with joy. “What is it, boy? What is this perfect idea you have gotten?” Creator replied carefully, afraid of Larry’s response, he’d always had a wild imagination. “You could create a place, better than reality, with all the crime in this town, everyone’s in danger!” he stated clearly, before he entered his home once more.
“Larry, that’s an amazing idea, if I make this creation, would you mind testing it out?” he looked down on Larry, already lying in his bed, ready to test out this creation. “Creator, can we call them dreams?” Larry questioned, as creator seen a gleam in his eyes “that’s a lovely name!”
Creator conjured up a ball of magic, patterned with galaxies, and stars. Before he knew it. Bam! He had forced Larry into bed, the tree outside his window whispered nice thoughts in his sleeping head, of a...