"No," Chris shook his head, "The people might have forgotten it, but it still exists. Nirvana still exists."
"How can something that has been destroyed over a thousand years ago, exist? Ah, hear yourself talk, Chris"
Matt let his weight relaxed on one of the cushioned chairs. He couldn't remember the last time he sat. Chris was not making any sense. If what he was saying was true, then what the stories said about people traveling to another realm while they slept should have been happening. The dreamland will be in existence and people should have been drifting there while they slept. But as long as he was concerned, nobody had seen the dreamland. He, too, was also a human prone to fatigue and sleep. He had not once seen himself in the dreamland, not for once. Sleep was always dark and empty, with nothing to explain the void.
