Dream I had earlier. During this dream, I had this option to buy brightly colored glasses – much brighter than shown. They had different sizes for different faces and ages and they’d go in and out of style. You’d buy this special paint and send it in to be baked and cured to glasses. But all I had was this old odd very special paint bought for me long ago and I didn’t know if it had expired or not as I had held onto it for a very long time. It wasn’t brightly colored like the others. In fact, it had no color or visual quality at all, not even transparent or opaque. I opened it up and looked inside and I saw a little girl who had the same paint as I. She sent her paint in and waited anxiously for her glasses to come in the mail and they arrived. She put her glasses on and her whole world melted around her and was replaced by the cheering of crowds. She was now in the middle of a football field, a sport she loved. And she ran around screaming happily, “I’M IN THE GAME! I’M IN THE GAME! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT I’M IN THE GAME!” as she saw everybody cheering for her, the roar of the crowd and the surroundings enveloped her. I closed the container, debating about sending the paint in to get my glasses baked and cured and I gathered a group of people who I told this story to and we debated whether it was right to sell illusions of possible futures for profit that may or may not come true when dreams should be free.

Dream I had earlier.
During this dream, I had this option to buy brightly colored glasses – much brighter than shown. They had different sizes for different faces and ages and they’d go in and out of style. You’d buy this special paint and send it in to be baked and cured to glasses.
 
But all I had was this old odd very special paint bought for me long ago and I didn’t know if it had expired or not as I had held onto it for a very long time.
 
It wasn’t brightly colored like the others. In fact, it had no color or visual quality at all, not even transparent or opaque. I opened it up and looked inside and I saw a little girl who had the same paint as I.
 
She sent her paint in and waited anxiously for her glasses to come in the mail and they arrived.
 
She put her glasses on and her whole world melted around her and was replaced by the cheering of crowds. She was now in the middle of a football field, a sport she loved.
 
And she ran around screaming happily, “I’M IN THE GAME! I’M IN THE GAME! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT I’M IN THE GAME!” as she saw everybody cheering for her, the roar of the crowd and the surroundings enveloped her.
 
I closed the container, debating about sending the paint in to get my glasses baked and cured and I gathered a group of people who I told this story to and we debated whether it was right to sell illusions of possible futures for profit that may or may not come true when dreams should be free.

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