The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of


So I had a series of dreams last night. They involved a form of time traveling, but within a life I was not familiar with, yet some how new very well. As I found myself navigating through complex shifting landscapes and encountering strange and beautiful ecstatic experiences before my waking. The details and complexities of these fantastic alternate realities seem to rival any known work of art that I have ever experienced in my waking world. So I am left with these questions.

Are our dreams of our own creation, are they some private island found within our minds, a chemical cinema house, were we are the director, the projector, the actor and the audience?

Or are our dreams a place that we are allowed to visit, given a nightly ticket, to interact with and even alter a strange world within our slumber?

Any thoughts are greatly appreciated.

– Josh Fleming

Image by: Lukas Furlan


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