I have been stretching the dreams as thin as it almost disappears on me in the morning Somewhat like how memory got stretched thin by time But the thin soul is just as vivid and just as lively as how I imagine your soul would dance in real though the projection is much more 3D and full of joy and youth that my dreams could not possibly sculpt The thinness however doesn't seem to have anything related to distance even the autumn has spread lot of geese thin along their migration routes how come my dreams did not think about migrating with them towards you