May. 8th, 2003
Imagery and creation from the night
May. 8th, 2003 09:13 amDreams are things that never seem clear, when I catch them or have them I often end up wondering for days afterwards if they were real somehow, an echo from a former memory of my own. Some are so sharp as to make me sometimes merge the memory of them into my own as almost reality, one memory being much like the other they all become equal in my minds eye of the past, so I have to concentrate to remember that they were only just dreams. This one is one that will be returning to haunt me.
( Cut through the mists )
( Cut through the mists )