A DREAM A DAY

About 2 billion years ago, faraway from the Milky way, at the very edge of our

expanding universe, spun the "Eeo aay". Translated to English, it means the

'dream galaxy'.

And every planet and satellite in the Eeo aay were inhabited by a strange folk who still call themselves the Yova and the Yovas look a little like translucent Earth penguins.

From the time they detach from their parent, till their decomposition, the Yova are genetically programmed to hoard a peculiar pink mist, the "Eeo" or what we know as the

dream.

Little Yoyo was a Yova, but a very young one. He was soon going on his very

first Eeo assignment and he was utterly excited.

When it was time, he floated out as fast as he could for registering himself as

a part of that day's Eeo hoarding team. There was a Yova standing with some

ink, taking down the names of these dream hoarders.

But little Yoyo was only as tall as her flippers, so he had to squeak and jump

up and down to get her attention.

"Mee go to chase Eeo!!!!"

The adult Yova stared at this little 5 inch thing bouncing around, "You mean

you want to be a hoarder today?"

"Me go chase Eeo catch Eeo!!"

With an annoyed shake of the head, she took down his name along with the

others and with that, Yoyo was on the transport to the land of the pink mist.

He had his little pink net ready with him as he jumped off the transport. Others

around him were moving rather slowly with their nets and bags, looking for

sleeping pink mist under bushes and rocks and piling them carefully into their

bags.

Little Yoyo pouted, determined that he would make this as fun as possible.

He ran squealing into a bunch of pink mist and made all manner of noises to

provoke them till they started chasing him around and smacking him on his

little Yova backside. He giggled and giggled till he accidentally swallowed a

pink mist which was chasing him. Oops.

But suddenly pictures rushed into his mind and joy flooded his heart. He was

floating near stars with his mommy blowing pink mist everywhere. He swayed

in the experience for a minute till he accidentally hiccuped and out came a

very irritated pink mist, wet with slobber.

But Yoyo couldn't be bothered, he felt like he had just experienced something

so incredibly important; something that nobody in the galaxy had realized.

He was bouncing with excitement again.

Little Yoyo's instinct was right, life was never the same in Eeo aay after that,

and although he didn't know it then, he would actually grow up to fulfill his very

first dream. He would travel around the universe among the stars with his

mom sharing the pink mist with other galaxies.

One day, (two billion years ago for us), he reached a beautiful galaxy where he

could find life only on one little quaint planet. He blew the dream mist in its

direction with a smile.

He couldn't see it, but the sponge-like creatures on our planet at that time

started to dream of being able to move, the fish then dreamed of being able to

walk on land, and the creatures started becoming more and more awesome till BOOM, there was a human, because sometimes it all begins with someone who dared to dream.

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P.S : JUST in case it was not clear, yes this was all a metaphor. Every inch of it.

Most of us, we hoard our dreams just like all the Yova in the other galaxy.

We hoard dreams, we don't use them or chase them, or think differently.

Yet dreams are the first step to perennial awesomeness.

(At least that's what I was trying to say in the story, taking a very literal version of dream as the pink mist. If you didn't get the metaphors the first time around I apologize for the inconvenience, feel free to take another look with a new perspective. Smiley face.)