This story takes place when Simba is still in the jungle with Timon and Pumbaa,
it's a monologue of his thoughts when he's awake and thinking about the dreams he's had.
Dreams
Dreaming...
I was dreaming...
Perhaps it may have been but a long forgotten memory...
A dream...
A memory...
Things remembered when one is asleep...
Things forgotten when one is awake...
Where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one's dreams...
Which are reality?
Which are illusions?
One cannot tell until one awakes....
Or perhaps they are, at the same time, both Truth and Fiction...
A vast nebulous...
With no boundaries...
An emptiness equivalent, To my own existence...
I dreamt such a dream...
A long...
Never-Ending
Dream...
In that dream. I was called "Simba"...
I was a cub...
I had become reconized as the heir to the throne and Prince of the Pridelands...
I was to become King of those lands one day...
I had everything...
My doting Father and King Mufasa...
A loving and devoted Mother and Queen Sarabi...
My friend Nala...
My beatiful home The Pridelands and Pride Rock...
And a future...
After that day...
I was never the same again...
After that day...
I wondered if that cub that had such high hopes ever existed at all...
I also thought of the one lioness I loved deep within my heart...
"Nala"...
It was a time when she went by such a name. A time when we had met up with one another...
A time when nothing mattered between us...
It was better that way...
Just two lions, together...
It was better to have left it that way...
Dreams...
A life of a Lion King named Simba...
And the lives of countless other lions...
All but dreams...
Now that I am awake, these countless numbers of long, heartrendering dreams are almost impossible to remember at all...
In those dreams, I loved one lioness...
No matter the day...
No matter the era...
That did not change...
Only her name...
That dream changed me...
That dream was the catalyst for me to resolve what my purpose was.
I think I know now...
What I have to do...
That long, long memory of a dream...
Perhaps it was the memory of my soul...
it's a monologue of his thoughts when he's awake and thinking about the dreams he's had.
Dreams
Dreaming...
I was dreaming...
Perhaps it may have been but a long forgotten memory...
A dream...
A memory...
Things remembered when one is asleep...
Things forgotten when one is awake...
Where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one's dreams...
Which are reality?
Which are illusions?
One cannot tell until one awakes....
Or perhaps they are, at the same time, both Truth and Fiction...
A vast nebulous...
With no boundaries...
An emptiness equivalent, To my own existence...
I dreamt such a dream...
A long...
Never-Ending
Dream...
In that dream. I was called "Simba"...
I was a cub...
I had become reconized as the heir to the throne and Prince of the Pridelands...
I was to become King of those lands one day...
I had everything...
My doting Father and King Mufasa...
A loving and devoted Mother and Queen Sarabi...
My friend Nala...
My beatiful home The Pridelands and Pride Rock...
And a future...
After that day...
I was never the same again...
After that day...
I wondered if that cub that had such high hopes ever existed at all...
I also thought of the one lioness I loved deep within my heart...
"Nala"...
It was a time when she went by such a name. A time when we had met up with one another...
A time when nothing mattered between us...
It was better that way...
Just two lions, together...
It was better to have left it that way...
Dreams...
A life of a Lion King named Simba...
And the lives of countless other lions...
All but dreams...
Now that I am awake, these countless numbers of long, heartrendering dreams are almost impossible to remember at all...
In those dreams, I loved one lioness...
No matter the day...
No matter the era...
That did not change...
Only her name...
That dream changed me...
That dream was the catalyst for me to resolve what my purpose was.
I think I know now...
What I have to do...
That long, long memory of a dream...
Perhaps it was the memory of my soul...