In a life where waking hours are draped in the costume of horrid nightmare where reality has suddenly become questionable its easy to be scared by dreams.
When you forget what you ultimately stand for you rejoice in blinding ignorance. Missing the bigger picture for the near pleasure is what humans and all living beings stand for. I guess there is no alternate way either. Because it is after all a game that all are destined to play until they end up dead.
All around them were the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. They lined the verges of the roads and floated in the canals jammed together around the pillars of the bridges. In the trenches between the burial mounds hundreds of dead soldiers sat side by side with their heads against the torn earth as if they had fallen asleep together in a deep dream of war.
Making a dream come true is like taking control of an airplane high up in the stratosphere and landing it safely on the ground a measure of forethought skill and courage is definitely required.