I had a dream that was more real than my life, the emotions more vivid, the life more real and wholly complete.
I lived _another life_ in this dream. From youth to aged. Through love and death. I have tasted ashes and passion.
I am still not sure whether it was real. I don't know whether 'real' is meaningful in this context or whether one can only say that it is not 'real in this world', a part of this tangible world which surrounds me now. And only an atheist would say that only that which can be measured is real.
Am I alone in this?
Rob |