Identify yourself Colleen demanded. Ive got a bat and I will beat the living shit out of you if you so much as blink. Ive got a black belt she lied frantically andanda gun. A big one. - Colleen OBrien

Fire and water logic and reasonthose footholds of reality that you mortals hold so near and dear become like so much mist on the plains of the dreamscape.

Funny how I keep forgetting youre insane. - Colleen OBrien

Many years ago plunging was discovered when the moon was in two halves- its all about dreams you see

As for her Id forgotten her for the moment. So I shall never understand why suddenly bewilderingly I was certain that everything I had imagined to be truth was false. False. Only the magic and the dream are trueall the rests a lie. Let it go. Here is the secret. Here.

I have dreamed of that song of the strange words to that simple rhyme-song and on several occasions I have understood what she was saying in my dreams. In those dreams I spoke that language too the first language and I had dominion over the nature of all that was real. In my dream it was the tongue of what is and anything spoken in it becomes real because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick og everything. In my dreams I have used that language to heal the sick and to fly once I dreamed I kept a perfect little bed-and-breakfast by the seaside and to everyone who came to stay with me I would say in that tongue Be whole. and they would become whole not be broken people not any longer because I had spoken the language of shaping.

I do know that the gardens of the first lands are still lying there right under the skin of the world- pulsing the way our heartbeat drums under our own skin. And I believe that theres a connectedness between everything that gives some people a deep and abiding affinity to a certain kind of place or creature.Like totemsMaybe. Or maybe something even more personal- something thats impossible to articulate with the vocabulary we have at the moment.This is too weird.Annie shrugged. What can I say Its getting late the stars are out. Once the sun sets I tend to embrace whatever wild spirits are running around in the darkness talking away to each other. I leave the logic of streets and pavement and cars and tall buildings behind and buy into the old magics that theyre whispering about. Sometimes those little mysteries and bits of wisdom stick to the bones of my head and I carry them right out into the sunlight again. Theyre like Jacks stories true and not true all at the same time. They dont exactly shape my life but they certainly colour it. She glanced at him I wouldnt like to live in a world where everythings as cut-and-dried as most people think it is

The lucid dream located as it is at a crossroads between worlds and states of consciousness places the magician in a unique position to influence the delicate balance of consciousness and the interplay it has on matter in the waking state and is thus an opportunity to test ones ability in the art of adjusting the mutable fabric of Maya.

Many stories begin with a dream but it is rare when the dream is the story itself.

Courage is the magic that turns dreams into reality.