Merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.... There's that story about the Taoist master (Chuang-Tzu) dreaming that he was a butterfly, and upon waking, wondering if it was the other way around. Then there is the story (I think it's Hindu in origin) where the entire universe and everyone in it is a dream being had by one of the gods — I forget what happens if he wakes. But I don't know. I remember some of my dreams, and they are ethereal ghosts of what truly is. Things matter so little in them, somehow we do not have to care so much what we do, what happens. A dream does not last the night, and there are no consequences when we wake. Life is no dream. The world is no dream. In that secret we all will share, death, even when we "wake" from this life, I have in my faith that we will be made to reckon for all we do. Not only that, this life is not only one night's journey — hence the phrase "live with what we've done". True, we don't need to be asleep to be dreaming, but then again, we don't need to be dreaming to wake up.
lydia