Imagine a world of your dreams, people will say, as if to conjure some vision of attainment, as if this is not the world that stops you in the night to hold you in its grasp, its hot breath in your ear, a ceaseless whisper.
There goes Death again, walking into the sea. Meanwhile the clock tower burns, the sleeper exits through the window, the hermit takes a first step. At an altar, lovers wait. Now comes a covered chair above the river, bodies pulling it in opposite directions. The cloaked rider holds a small flame straight ahead.
It’s a wonder the rider continues. Wouldn’t it be easier to walk than to reconcile these opposites, using nothing but posture, mind, and force of will? But this is how it happens in the world of dreams.
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Inspired by an encounter with the surrealist photography of Nicolas Bruno, particularly his Somnia Tarot.
Cracked me up and the giggling continues ..
Yeah, imagine a world of your dreams. That phrase will never be the same for me.
Amaya, thank you so much for being here. And for sharing this!