How far have you traveled in dreams? Are you a local dreamer, who dreams of people he knows, places he's been, or do you dream far? Do you dream of places you've never been, and of purple people? Have you dreamed a place so alien you didn't believe you were on earth? So fantastic, so different, you didn't know if you were floating in air or ether? How far have you gone? Myself, I have had some strange dreams in my madness. I have traveled briefly through Hell and Heaven — not in the same dream, and not for long at all. They were glimpses, only, a Heaven of pure light, and a Hell of pure darkness — but only a slight tint of either.
I have told you about the Black Iron Prison. That was an acid trip, but it was quite like dreaming while still awake. Mentally, delusionally, I have traveled much. My dreams have been such that I have imagined different planes of existence where, as if looking into this world as something like a prison, I have seen myself trapped in this life. The more intense dreams wake me up during their courses, and I think I will never forget them, but I do. It happens when you dream as many strange dreams as I: even distinct episodes blur together. I still like to dream, and to remember my dreams. I still like to dream far, and though I think I always shall, perhaps that feeling is just of this moment — that that will pass, too, like all those dreams I thought I would never forget.
