The Dragon And The Porcupine
Dear Ambassador Fckfrg,
I hope this letter finds you well. I'm writing to tell you about a dream I had recently. It was quite an experience, and since you were a part of it, I thought you might find it interesting. In the dream, I found myself in a vast industrial space. The only object there was a car, sitting alone in the middle of the room. The air was filled with a variety of sounds: a low hum, a high-pitched whine, and a rhythmic thumping. You appeared in the dream, handing me a key. As I took it from you, the sounds around us amplified. The hum deepened, the whine intensified, and the thumping quickened. I noticed movement in the car. A little dragon and a porcupine emerged from the backseat. They seemed to be having a lively conversation. They left the car and started to explore the space, their movements matching the rhythm of the thumping sound. Intrigued by the sounds, I decided to investigate. I walked towards the walls, trying to locate the source of the low hum. I followed the high-pitched whine, trying to pinpoint its origin. I moved in rhythm with the thumping, hoping to find where it was coming from. After a while, the dragon and the porcupine disappeared, leaving me alone in the space with the key. Despite my efforts, I couldn't find the source of the sounds. They seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The dream ended with me standing in the middle of the room, the key in my hand, the sounds still echoing around me. Despite not finding the source of the sounds, the act of searching felt like a journey in itself, a part of the larger journey that the key represents. I'm not sure what this dream means, but I felt compelled to share it with you. I look forward to hearing your thoughts.