Maybe the wildest of dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth.
-Lord Alfred Tennyson-

Introduction                                                                                  

Do you dream? Do you remember those thoughts you had last night? The night before? The ones  you had years ago. The recurring ones. The ones that you know is there but you can't grasp no matter how hard you try.

Dreams are precious. Yet disturbing. They are the language our unconscious self uses to talk to our conscious mind. They could be fleeting thoughts of what is and what is yet to come. To some, they may be distant memories that's on replay.

 There are people in this world who live both in their dreams and in their reality. They are so connected with themselves that they allow themselves to go through portals that an average person does not know of. An average person would be too ignorant to know. An average person cannot believe.

They simply don't know how to.

They wouldn't allow themselves to if someone told them they could.

They'd be afraid of what they'll see.

Dreams. They play an important part of our lives. Whether we realize it or not.

They can come true. As real as you and me.

But what happens when you can't tell the difference? Whether or not you're living your real life…or your dreams. How do you know? Would you still dream then?

If you could see what it could do…

If you wanted it badly enough…

…you'd dream.

                                                                                                
I can never decide whether my dreams are the results of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams…
-D.H.Lawrence-

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