To those who still care dropping by and checking updates, I'm sorry I've been off for quite some time now, it's just that I haven't had anything good to say. My mental lethargy is not over yet, so I thought It'd just be better sharing this extract with you:
" Sometimes you dream strange dreams, impossible and unnatural; you wake up and remember them clearly, and are surprised at a strange fact: you remember first of all that the reason did not abandon you during the whole course of your dream; you even remember that you acted extremely cleverly and logically for that whole long, long time when you were surrounded by murderers, when they were being clever with you, concealed their intentions, treated you in a friendly way, though they had already had their weapons ready and were only waiting for some sort of sign; you remember how cleverly you finally deceived them, hid from them; then you realize that they know your whole decepton by heart and merely do not show you that they know where you are hiding; but you are clever and deceive them again-all that you remember is absurdities and impossibilities, with which, among other things, your dream was filled.
[...]Why, on awakening from your dream and entering full into reality, do you feel almost every time and occasionnally with an extraordinary force of impression, that along with the dream you are leaving behind something you have failed to fathom? You smile at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the tissue of those absurdities contains some thought, but a thought that is real, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart; it is as if your dream has told you something new, prophetic, awaited; yourimpression is strong, it is joyful or tormenting, but what it is and what has been told you-All that you can neither comprenhend nor recall".
" Sometimes you dream strange dreams, impossible and unnatural; you wake up and remember them clearly, and are surprised at a strange fact: you remember first of all that the reason did not abandon you during the whole course of your dream; you even remember that you acted extremely cleverly and logically for that whole long, long time when you were surrounded by murderers, when they were being clever with you, concealed their intentions, treated you in a friendly way, though they had already had their weapons ready and were only waiting for some sort of sign; you remember how cleverly you finally deceived them, hid from them; then you realize that they know your whole decepton by heart and merely do not show you that they know where you are hiding; but you are clever and deceive them again-all that you remember is absurdities and impossibilities, with which, among other things, your dream was filled.
[...]Why, on awakening from your dream and entering full into reality, do you feel almost every time and occasionnally with an extraordinary force of impression, that along with the dream you are leaving behind something you have failed to fathom? You smile at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the tissue of those absurdities contains some thought, but a thought that is real, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists and has always existed in your heart; it is as if your dream has told you something new, prophetic, awaited; yourimpression is strong, it is joyful or tormenting, but what it is and what has been told you-All that you can neither comprenhend nor recall".
"The Idiot"- Fyodor Dostoevsky
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