Do you know when dreams mix with reality? It's like the dream plant grows a tendril that overhangs into the sweet, calm river. Then it grows so that the curly tendril with its furriness is dipped into the river, and as the river washes by with time, the vaguely bitter taste of that dream plant has flowed into the river and tints the taste of the water. I suppose there are times when it can be a sweet, pleasant fruit from the tree that has washed into the water, but what happens when the events in a dream leave such a lasting impact that it influences your feelings that need be used in real life?
The dream tree and its environment, the atmosphere created, is so sweet and mellow however. One cannot help but be gently seduced into trusting its fruit and accept the invitation to languish in the green grass. The entire dream garden is tinged with a faint, yellowed colour, the colour of pages in old books, and somehow that only seems to enhance its honesty.
How to seperate it and yourself, when in comparison life seems like the sun in your eyes, with the colour around faded and washed out?
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hahah ur so profound.. u brilliant brilliant person....
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