Thursday, July 8, 2010

the lost connection

What are dreams made of?

Maybe they are little pieces of time that every person collects as their memories and when we close our eyes we open up the information highway and each soul sells its stories through Morpheus' fair. It is like the black market on an unconscious level.

And each night when we dream the Reverie Reaper collects just a tiny piece of those recollections. Now, isn't it strange that we get old and as we do we forget things. All these stories slipping away while we sleep.

If only I could capture them and go through it again, maybe just once more.

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