That Pesky Dream! (Continued)

This being the third installment of my story... I will take a quick step back, because though I shudder to describe this world within this dream, I feel I must! First I must remind my readers that I was about to explain what happened when my quest began! But first, my description...

You see, in this dream there were always clocks ticking, and I was always running and freaking out that I would be late! And being late was the breaking of all the rules. All was insanity. All was backward. Whatever worked was shunned as wrong, and whatever made the problem worse was considered right. It was much like that story Alice in Wonderland, though I will re-name it Us in Blunderland. Everyone burned the blood of the earth, and perhaps it was just this ritual which kept them all insane. Everyone was afraid of the dark, and so that was where I began.

In my experience I found that everything I was told to be wrong was probably the best place to start searching. Now it's a good thing I'm the sneaky sort because I snuck off into the darkest places at night when everyone was asleep. And so I found many holes in this dream. One such hole was a doorway to another time. Like punching my hand through a rubbery membrane, I breached into this vortex of time and space. There I remembered a story about how this spell was cast. Through centuries of bloodshed and war and terror and control and hatred and anger and revenge, our kind gentle planet so patiently endured as we worked out our deepest rage that echoed through to a primordial level. We were embodiments of divinity and we had somehow become trapped together in this never ending dream.
And we tumbled in the turmoil of our shame on an ever repeating wheel.
Round and around
and down and down.
Into a feedback loop of rising to glory and falling from grace.
Over and over.
All so we could be tricked into perpetuating the grand illusion.
And when I remembered how the dream came to be, I had only one choice; to become my own private universe within the dream. I learned how to create a spaceship around myself so I could dock in the outer regions of the dream. And when I went on my explorations I miraculously found other people who did that too! And as the years went by I found more people and more places, and quickly I discovered the rules of the dream DID NOT MATTER!
the rules were simply a lie that harnessed the minds of many into believing the same story. So I found the dream could be shaped!!! But my poor mind had been trained to believe I would only loose, and I would always struggle, and I would never have what I wanted... And so that was what I believed. And that was what was. And so how does one change a dream that requires all who have been trapped inside to believe differently in order to break the spell??? That is what I set out to find next...