I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to the contrary with his puerile symbolism—there are still a certain remainder whose immundane and ethereal character permits of no ordinary interpretation, and whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier. From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking.
From “Beyond the Wall of Sleep” By H. P. Lovecraft
Dreams and the subconscious are such powerful worlds.. I guess I almost feel more at home exploring them, than the nature of this planet, or the nature of life itself.
this was a story i was reading not long ago it was 1917 in a small village down the south coast of england a newlywed couple had their first night and their last night of wedded bliss before he went off to war in europe the following day and as the morning came they both said how much they loved each other and how it would not be long as the war was expected to only last weeks but weeks turned into months then years leaving them only with letters to each other to fill the void in each others hearts until the day in one of the letters he said he was soon coming home and that day was tomorrow as she lay in her bed that night she dreamed of his face. the morning arrived with the tilt of the postman’s cap as a young soldier walked past him and went into a door just past them both she awoke to her husband lying on their bed next to her stroking her hair while saying its all right I’m hear they held onto each other tightly as there souls touched once more suddenly she awoke to find she was by herself as she ran around the house shouting his name a knock came from the front door and as she opened it their stood the postman with a telegram in his hand both of them made eye contact knowing this could only mean one thing the death of her husband without a word she fainted and fell to the floor her family was called and they put her back to bed as they all stood talking saying she was dreaming the postman sent a cold knife through their reasoning but i seen him as well and as time went by it came out so did the people next door and the butcher and the guard at the railway station so are dreams doorways to other times or places while writing this i was listening to kate bush the child in his eyes and it made me stop for a while as her voice and this story connected right I’m back off to sleep (got cold ) going to dream of kate for a while Stevie
MIA MAKILA 
I have frequently wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasionally titanic significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong. Whilst the greater number of our nocturnal visions are perhaps no more than faint and fantastic reflections of our waking experiences—Freud to the contrary with his puerile symbolism—there are still a certain remainder whose immundane and ethereal character permits of no ordinary interpretation, and whose vaguely exciting and disquieting effect suggests possible minute glimpses into a sphere of mental existence no less important than physical life, yet separated from that life by an all but impassable barrier. From my experience I cannot doubt but that man, when lost to terrestrial consciousness, is indeed sojourning in another and uncorporeal life of far different nature from the life we know; and of which only the slightest and most indistinct memories linger after waking.
From “Beyond the Wall of Sleep” By H. P. Lovecraft
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Thank you Todd, this really inspired me!
Dreams and the subconscious are such powerful worlds.. I guess I almost feel more at home exploring them, than the nature of this planet, or the nature of life itself.
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this was a story i was reading not long ago it was 1917 in a small village down the south coast of england a newlywed couple had their first night and their last night of wedded bliss before he went off to war in europe the following day and as the morning came they both said how much they loved each other and how it would not be long as the war was expected to only last weeks but weeks turned into months then years leaving them only with letters to each other to fill the void in each others hearts until the day in one of the letters he said he was soon coming home and that day was tomorrow as she lay in her bed that night she dreamed of his face. the morning arrived with the tilt of the postman’s cap as a young soldier walked past him and went into a door just past them both she awoke to her husband lying on their bed next to her stroking her hair while saying its all right I’m hear they held onto each other tightly as there souls touched once more suddenly she awoke to find she was by herself as she ran around the house shouting his name a knock came from the front door and as she opened it their stood the postman with a telegram in his hand both of them made eye contact knowing this could only mean one thing the death of her husband without a word she fainted and fell to the floor her family was called and they put her back to bed as they all stood talking saying she was dreaming the postman sent a cold knife through their reasoning but i seen him as well and as time went by it came out so did the people next door and the butcher and the guard at the railway station so are dreams doorways to other times or places while writing this i was listening to kate bush the child in his eyes and it made me stop for a while as her voice and this story connected right I’m back off to sleep (got cold ) going to dream of kate for a while Stevie
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interesting story… dreams for me is just as real as reality.
I have very good dream-memory… I can recall smells, colors, taste, I can visit the same places over and over again.. it’s incredible..
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i hope you feel better soon 🙂
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i hope you feel better too Stevie
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I feel better, I just needed to make some art 🙂
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