contemplativeI have a different dreams. My waking life is pretty dark now. It would be wonderful if a bus found me. My dreams speak of other matters. There are no buses there. I am surrounded by people and we are fairly productive. The clinging depression and dark desires are not present in my dreams. The people in my dreams are strangers as a whole. There are very few familiar faces. Life goes on in my dreams, truly goes on. My waking life is another matter.
so I wonder, what should I take away from these hopeful dreams? Should they be noted and ignored like others' nightmares? Are they a fantasy, or is my sleeping reality showing me how things "really are"? I wonder.
