Dreams
After yet another night of eerily vivid dreams I've decided that when I sleep my mind leaves my body and lives in another world. This other world is made of all my fantasies, interest, fears, and hopes.
I wonder if my sleeping mind longs for me to sleep so it can return to this magical world where there are baroque masquerades on space ships and floating castles are surrounded by mist on bleak grey worlds.
Is it this minds fear or the memory it brings back when it lives through the horrors of my fears, running from shadows or being molested by dog sized spiders. Does it share my attachments and affections when I dream of saving my dogs from tornadoes and pirates or of flying X-Wings with my friends.
I wonder if my sleeping mind longs for me to sleep so it can return to this magical world where there are baroque masquerades on space ships and floating castles are surrounded by mist on bleak grey worlds.
Is it this minds fear or the memory it brings back when it lives through the horrors of my fears, running from shadows or being molested by dog sized spiders. Does it share my attachments and affections when I dream of saving my dogs from tornadoes and pirates or of flying X-Wings with my friends.