Lacan as we have seen in our discussion of Freud regards the unconscious as structured like a language. This is not only because it works by metaphor and metonymy it is also because like language itself for the post-structuralists it is composed less of signs stable meanings than of signifiers. If you dream of a horse it is not immediately obvious what this signifies it may have many contradictory meanings may be just one of a whole chain of signifiers with equally multiple meanings. The image of the horse that is to say is not a sign in Saussures sense - it does not have one determined signified tied neatly to its tail - but is a signifier which may be attached to many different signifieds and which may itself bear the traces of the other signifiers which surround it. I was not aware when I wrote the above sentence of the word-play involved in horse and tail one signifier interacted with another against my conscious intention. The unconscious is just a continual movement and activity of signifiers whose signifieds are often inaccessible to us because they are repressed. This is why Lacan speaks of the unconscious as a sliding of the signified beneath the signifier as a constant fading and evaporation of meaning a bizarre modernist text which is almost unreadable and which will certainly never yield up its final secrets to interpretation.

I wanted life thats comfortable enough for me my ambitions and love.

Everybody wants a miracle we just dont want to be in a situation where we need one. You cant have one without the other. Sometimes what we perceive as our problem is really God setting us up to do something miraculous in our lives. Its about training ourselves to see those problems as opportunities so God can intervene.

When the girl didnt move Gavin summoned her near with his fingers. His heart thrummed as she obeyed stepping up close to him. Her young stature was much shorter than his tall wiry form. Gavin regarded her prettiness - pale cheeks pink lips inquisitive eyes. Fascinated by her he longed to know her name.Who are you he asked. He heard the girl utter the same question at the same time.Cocking his head he claimed I asked you first.No you didnt she protested shaking her red-hooded head I asked you at the same time you asked me.Gavin grinned at her insistence. It was hard for him not to chuckle. Well then I suppose well have to go with girls first. His grin widened into a white smile.The girl gestured to herself. Im Little Red Riding Hood.He recognized the name of a fairytale character and groaned under his breath at not having discovered this dreamers real name.Actually she confessed almost immediately Im not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle but Im pretending to be her becausewellbecause this is my dream and thats what I wish to dream about.Oh glorious day Hed learned her name Annabelle Annabelle What a perfectly sweet sound was this utterance of..Annabelle.

We have to imagine our dreams becoming reality. We must keep pursuing them and reaching beyond for future achievements. We never stop dreaming as long as we imagine.

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams or to serve as a resting place until the rivers deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

...today there are bars of light on the rug but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private...

We only live if we dream.

I cannot come to thee but by thee I never come from thee without thee

Damn you said Arithon. In a shattering change of mood he was laughing. You have it. But whats my word against the grandiloquent predictions of a maudlin and drunken prophetMaybe everything Felirin finished gently. Youre too young to live without dreams.