what is time?

Is time the universe itself?

What does exist beyond time?

In my dreams time is

The Ocean.

In my dreams time is a whirling mist of existence.

Revealing some sort of sour happiness, and very strange and distant feelings.

They pull me away from this world.

And the thought of eternal life occurs to some deep part of my mind.

Flowing.

Swimming without moving.

The point of my perception disappears.

And the pure spirit remains behind the unconscious knowledge of the essence of life.

What is beyond time?

What is beyond existence?