There is a safety and recluse in lying in bed at night and readying for sleep, when the lights go out and the reality of the day slowly turns to nonsensical thoughts. Likened to the feeling of a drug as it quickly passes through the blood brain barrier and finally somehow confuses reality with fiction. The edge between wakefulness and sleep, truth and lies, love and loneliness. Herein lies the ideas that I wish to put into words.
Khaled Hosseini, author of The Kite Runner said something I find to be relevant in writing fiction. He said, "Writing fiction is the act of weaving a series of lies to arrive at a greater truth." I wish I would have said it first.
Dreams, comforting, encouraging, revitalizing.
Sometimes, dreams are a person's refuge to the miseries of his life... :) Just like me :) hehe... nice post ;)
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ReplyDeleteI think thou may be too perceptive for thy age. But I like it.
Dreams do come true, sometimes, & turn into reality, so a dream is something to live by...
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