Dreams - Fragments of Imagination
It’s 12 noon. I find myself lying in bed, wanting to continue sleeping. It’s that alluring. No these are not lewd dreams. These are the kind that when you wake, you wonder about - how utterly random the elements; the people from your past or recent, the faces you remember, the locations of the dream, the buildings, the ‘mis-en-scene’, the way you get from point A to point B (my dream-self is usually unable to head anywhere faster than I can ‘process’ a walk) are placed together.
But most of all, the plot - the story, is the most captivating. I suppose I retreat into an asylum of dreams in an attempt to find figments of organized thoughts, in the clutter of randomness. But some randomness in it’s sheer arrangements, like in a kaleidoscope - creates patterns - that when seen as a whole, is thoroughly beautiful. How fascinating is our God.
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