The princess thought about her dreams as of late. The rich images and wonderful things that had happened in them. She was naked, alone, herself. In another, she had a child who loved her, same hair, same face, a mini her. She'd had never had dreams like that. In another, her fellow adventurer was no longer looking for her, he was waiting patiently for her to wake up. If life is a dream, then that meant that everything she felt and saw and did and was, was real.

She remembers conversing with the giants when she was a child. How they told her that they were part of her dream, and she was a part of theirs. They shared the same dreams and they conversed constantly to guide each other throughout their lives. She recognized that there really was only one existence, but that existence consisted of the mixing of dreams. That her current waking and sleeping dreams were on par with everything, meant that the giants were helping her align her dreams while she was also returning the favor. Somehow, they had always been together, influencing each other since they could remember. Who these giants were was not clear to her quite yet, and who she was to them was also muddled. They were figuring it out together, and since they had rejected all fear and followed only love, they were coming increasingly close to where their dreams would align.

It was an exciting prospect for the princess to consider, that after all this waiting, she could finally realize that all those dreams, ideas, images were not separate realities at all. They were all connected, but more than that, they were all each other. They are. The princess laughed again, how blatantly obvious it had been all along. Her dreams were no longer a puzzle, her dreams were everyone's and everyone's was her's. The princess could be so silly sometimes, after all, she was a dreamer