At night, we all live in a dream world
How is it that, collectively AND individually, when we don't sleep-our reality starts to look completely different. How is it that when we dream, collectively AND individually, we all take off on these adventures as if we really DO get to slip into these other fantastical realities, like we wish we could. Like we get to reconcile with the jealousy of not having that ability like back in the magic tree House books. It's just, it's the most fleeting impact it's every had to us; once we wake up. But when we are in it, it's the most impactful real thing we are experiencing. Its all just in our minds, though right? It seems so real, even if only for a flash when we wake up. Like a real memory of something that happened. It always fades. We forget them, and we move on. Reality always comes back and appears to be what's normal. The only separation being the state of our consciousness. During the night, we all live in a dream world.
I was thinking, I wish there was a writer's social platform, like Facebook or Instagram. But for just posts of writing. About anything and everything something would want to write about. And I was like, oh, well sorta reddit is! So here.