Dreams, as if to say that they existed, too, in their space:
if they will move us, is it not then that that makes them real enough?
Or in a small sense, we become the landing gears of Heaven….
Scop
12:53am thursday, 2nd february
I used to live for my dreams. Now they are clouded by something I have not recognized.
great metaphor, by the way.
Strawberry
1:30am thursday, 2nd february
Yeah I dream. But I rub my nose in dirt every day like a pig rooting through mud looking for grubs. I can be sophisticated, and I can be a zombie. It's the dualistic state of schizophrenia. Sometimes your brain works and sometimes it don't. Just sit back ang go with it Scop. You have to adjust. Schizophrenia is a brain change - it isn't an end exactly. It is a transformation.
Reflection
10:35am thursday, 2nd february
Fuck God.God ain't got the balls to say it created this mess.Fuck it all.The End.
Scop
9:01pm thursday, 2nd february
I think of the Newtonian mechanic God...he set this world in motion, and left it alone.
Ross
10:08am wednesday, 8th february
Dreams, why not go for more than one when you can? They exist on in the minds of the sleeping and less on the reality of those with medicine.
scribblings
3:26am sunday, 5th march
Is there anything that we call real, that wasn't first a thought or dream?
Thought, and dreaming are the seeds of universes,
and just as real, just not always the popular consensus.
Scop