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Life is But a Dream by M On numerous occasions, my family and I have sat around discussing reality. I have always loved to entertain the thought of dreams as real, and I believe this quite fully. In dreams you are just as alive and awake as you are in the awake world! Why do we think this place is real, and the dream place imaginary? This place is equally imaginary.
In dreams I have vivid memories of
other dreams. The memories are of dreams I don’t remember having. It
seems as if I am carrying on another life, in another place, this
very moment. This life is merely a dream, from my perspective. And
dreams are not mere strings of our imaginations. They are life. And
life is a dream. And dreams are life. And I’ll leave you with this
nursery rhyme, which in my younger days, would send chills up my
spine. ©02/07/09 |
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In the past, I would act as a
prophet and tell people in dreams that they were not real. I told
them that their home was a dream, not a real place. A small few
believed me, but most of them closed their minds to what I told
them. They’d look at me unbelievingly, disappear, or get angry. The
few who believed me were my favorites. They, I believed, were
intellectual, intelligent people.