To Dream
Ah, the dream. That mysterious world between life and death. We all do it, it is as autonomic a function as breathing, but why? To what end? Never remembering the start, with usually far too few sweet and far too many sour ones leaving their mark. For nearly everyone, dreams represent a mysterious stranger they've been travelling with their entire life, but don't know. Strangely, this is an all too fitting description for life as well (at least as far as we know until death). I know God works in my dreams, but I am uncertain if this is true for all. I would like to think my experience is shared, in that we all once dreamed of our soulmate, and that for those that don't remember, it is buried somewhere below the lim line, separating night from day. I can't help but feel that as a dreamer myself, I should be able to assist in uncovering these memories in others. So I realize that the radio I've had this entire time has been capable of reaching any station, but how I turn the dial is up to me. In this way we go through life, presented with options constantly, like a complex choose your own adventure book or role playing game. Memory of the dream is contained within it, but sometimes things leak through to life, insights, fears, for me that one feeling you get when you know you've fallen in love.
More to come.
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