Once in a dream, I was king. I led the revolution; I put down the uprising. I commanded an army; I led a people. I loved a queen. I made history.
Once I walked through a grassy field, I saw the insect alight upon the clusters of wild flowers. It stayed for a moment awash in the golden sunlight, to feed no doubt. When I approached it, the black snout pointed toward flowers edge; the orange wings froze. I took a step closer, and it flew away, darting then floating then gone. I was alone, once again, in a dream.