Dreams, sweet dreams....

...being a student again makes me feel like my head is about to explode every now and then as paying attention all the time is harder then I remembered it to be. My daily rendez-vous with the Sandman whole-heartedly anticipated these days, hence my thoughts turn to one of my favorite playgrounds once more.
In dreams begin responsibilities, at least so wrote the poet. Maybe. Could it be we take our dreams too lightly, those images from places unknown? Could they in fact be angels in flight, our souls aloft? You know, recent experiences have made yours truly take another pass through the metaphysical thickets. As unlikely as it may sound in this rational age, I emerged on the side of those that cannot help but put their faith in that which cannot be explained easily. What else can you do than be open to your dreams, to embrace that distant shore? Because our mortal journey is over all too soon. I found a quote that summerizes it all quite eloquently: "Those cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples. The great globe itself. Yea all which you inherit shall dissolve and like this insubstantial pageant faded. Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on and our little life is rounded with asleep." (In case the author is still alive he may stand up, so I can pay tribute) Sleep well, y'all, and enjoy the trips those night trains take you on.