"Dark have been my dreams of late." Because my dreams have been at night and the night is dark. (Insert fake laugh here).

Kinda weird, the power of the mind to immerse you in some ethereal, alternate reality. To make it so vivid that there can be no abrupt return to consciousness. Instead you stumble through a fog, brushing at the remnants of another world that cling to you like strands of cobweb...

I think my dreams are the closest I'll ever come to writing science fiction. No boundaries, bizarre twists in the plot, people and places I've never seen, and a wild concoction of everything I have seen. Ends up leaving me with a story that gets murdered by logic -- which can actually be a rather consoling killing. The other morning I woke up from the worst road trip I've ever had and was horrified for an instant to think that it might come true. (Damn those spider webs!) A few seconds of frantic brushing however, and logic stormed back with a shotgun, ensuring my dream could never come to life. But you've had those dreams right? The ones that could come true? Whether they are the good dreams, or the ones that stem from your subconscious fears -- the ones that loom like shadows on the wall, portending some evil thing that lurks around the corner... I wonder how many times a deja vu comes from dreamwork photography. You did see it before -- in your dreams.
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