In dream land stands the Pearl Man. At one time his blue eye peered into my soul, and he stood witness to the numbers that were surrounding and engulfing me.
The wavelengths of our thoughts crossed in the abyss.There was an electrical connection. All the blue sparks came alive. He could feel my distress.
He held a string of pearls. His fingers nimbly moved the pearls right and left along the string. The numbers surrounding me began to stretch, and my panic felt relief. Slowly my mind eased, and I began to see a pattern, a dance, and a rhythm to their movement.
The Pearl Man was a Pied Piper, and his string of pearls was his baton. All the numbers followed him as he slowly released me from their grip. He moved away and all the numbers followed him. My mind was free to go.
When I awoke from dreamland the memory of the blue sparks that flew and the memory of his blue eye remains with me. He was my savior.
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