I have been told that I have used excessively flowery language in writing the Generic dream. I have tried to simplify the language and present the same story here, I hope it is better for the effort. Please leave your opinion, if any, in the comments. Thank you. -Rajesh
This is a strange land. The days that are not hot under the burning sun are usually humid under the oppressive humidity of rain bearing clouds. When it rains, it does not rain in drops – like it should, but in sheets of water. In the rivers and streams exist predators unchanged in countless centuries. The dry land is not safe either, as it has many poisonous creatures, unseen and unheard until they cause death. It’s not surprising that people living in the more hospitable land to the south consider this to be a wasteland. Neither is it surprising that this land has few humans. It’s not that this land is without a strange, almost ancient, kind of beauty. However, it’s not, obviously, something that attracted visitors or would-be residents with open arms.