lost, split into two, an unconscious wanderer guided by dark reflection. A story told a million times, not one in a million but one of a million.
But a longing, an ache, a quantum shock guided by protons and neutrons incorrectly charged, forcing notice of the imbalance within....

one night in a deep sleep a familiar paralysis beset me, but instead of a heaviness, I am pulled forward by a will not of my own.
Stunned, I mange to catch a breath before being pushed back down, as I fall back, it all slows, then, I hear the most familiar voice.
so softly it spoke, soothing me back into a dream, floating my eyes close in perfect synchronicity with my decent. Before they seal shut, with divine authority a message came through. So clear I heard it..

"Enjoy your decent my child, for I am here to support you now. Follow the process and do not let them push you around anymore, for only your  willpower can take away the pain. You are not to blame for being pushed around, for the fallen angels stole your imagination. After your imagination they claimed your freedom, with your freedom they took your time and with your time they took your dreams. But I am with you, I have always been with you and I leave clues for you everywhere, for my hand is ever outstretched to pull you out, rise up little star seed. 

I awoke, 13 minutes before my 7:30 alarm. Nothing out of the ordinary there. But what was that dream? what did it all mean, why did she sound so familiar? I tried to remember, if only I could remember her face? did she have a face? my state of aphantasia wouldn't let me picture any face anyway. but like that it came to me..

The stolen imagination: