A wise man once said that dreams come from the past not from the future and that one should control their dreams not the other way around. But I'm sure, I am sure, there are times you just feel that you are lost in a dream, endlessly wandering, or pointlessly following, a victim, a player, a spectator to the machinations of the sleeping mind, as such I pose this question to this wise man--who then is the ruler of our dreams?
Seldom have I felt the pervasive quality of a dream, one that truly haunts your entire being as soon as you open your eyes. Sure I've had nightmares and metaphorical or literal manifestations of my desires, but all of them leave me with a slightly bitter aftertaste that slowly fades once reality supplants itself over the dream. What I'm talking about is a dream that bequeaths a rancor, you don't know to whom or why, you just feel it, as if your dream has made itself a reality, as if your mind has breathed life into it, as if you are still dreaming. Seldom have I felt this, though recently I did, it's not something I want to experience again.
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