Our dreams are like bubbles, floating in the ether of the minds. The waking is like a pin that pops them indiscriminately. There are a few who remember the dreaming. Our dream show us our nature be it light or dark. In the night we face the beast and wrestle with our conscious. In fear and doubt we begin to question our very thoughts. Beyond the horizon we live to our highest sense of right seeking to be more than we appear to be.
Pyramids, Great Lions, and Castles.
We build thing to represent the dreaming but they are hollow.
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