when i wrote of sweet dreams
17:05 in narratives by tanner
dreams are a metaphor and yet — yet they are a fact. they are with us, hardly do we shut our eyes but the phantoms of images are there. real and unreal, the imagined and the made. we think sometimes they are alien, full of strangeness we find oddly familiar, a deja vu of the night. they are our very refuge, the retreat we find from the days long burdens, they are the moment our physical bodies can fly. mostly in my dreams i am grounded, but sometimes i soar. that sort of falling forever feel. with active guidance. up above it all. those are some of my favorite types of dreams. other times the visitors in dreams startle and surprise, someone we barely like. may show up, unannounced, a transgressor of the night. in the morning you are left to wonder why you had them in a dream.
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