Im almost convinced that Im never awake. Im not sure if Im not in fact dreaming when I live and living when I dream or if dreaming and living are for me intersected intermingled things that together form my conscious self.

I had come from wondrous lands from landscapes more enchanting than life but only to myself did I ever mention these lands and I said nothing about the landscapes which I saw in dreams. My feet stepped like theirs over the floorboards and the flagstones but my heart was far away even if it beat close by false master of an estranged and exiled body.

Perhaps he still hopes. If theres any justice in the Gods injustice then may they let us keep our dreams even when theyre impossible and may our dreams be happy even when theyre trivial....Every dream is the same dream for theyre all dreams. Let the Gods change my dreams but not my gift for dreaming.