Monsters Are Not Real

I was alone in an ocean-like room of white. It wasn’t an ocean, and it wasn’t a room. I stood in the middle and on the edge. A Tree as Tall as a Man (or perhaps it was a Man as Tall as a Tree) stood in front of me.

“You do not exist.” I threw at him. Monsters are only as real as you believe them to be.

He stood over me and grinned without using his face. “You believed in the wrong thing.”

I remember exactly how this dream ends.