Lately
The past couple nights I have been having these really long mundane dreams. Really long, like they last all night. Really mundane, just about real life stuff. I can't even really recall too much because they are that boring. Then, two nights ago, I had one that featured my ex and our 7 year old daughter. Again, it was all mundane. Again, it was long and nothing really stood out. I realized what I was doing though. I have been dreaming alternative futures. Not coulda', woulda, shoulda' but just coulda'. What could have happened had I made a different choice. Not a better choice, not a better life, just a different life. All possible, none probably, because here I am. In this life.
posted by Muss at 6:52 pm
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Beyond, outside my Dreamworld there is infinite dust, infinite dark. And the Dreamworld is infinite although it is bounded on every side. The way to the center is a slow spiral. One passes the houses of mystery and secrets... old way stations on the frontiers of nightmare. From there one charts a course nightward until one reaches the Gates of Horn and Ivory. I carved them myself, when the world was younger, and order was needed. I hasten to the Gates.
The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments and deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old. Once through it I can see my castle. Through it I will be able to see... my home...
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman
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