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The True Dream By: Chie Theresa Fujioka on 10/21/2001; 4:54 PM often when Sleep resides in the hidden |c|o|r|r|i|d|o|r|s| of my mind I see v i s i o n s those of horror beauty shame love terror grace of all emotion my being hero and coward my loves wilted flower and blooming garden my joys spring breeze and stagnant fountain -All these I feel- And when my visit is suspended never to be complete I am changed I am old i am but born I am fresh i am worn I am loved i am forlorn I am peaceful i am torn I am complete i am of all shorn all This comes to pass though the world is v a s t ALL i have seen and everywhere been i live in a Dream reality Does seem the Imagined realm
RE: The True Dream By: Evan on 4/9/2001; 5:12 PM Reality can be less tangible than a dream. I agree with your poem, despite the fact I can't write as eloquently as you Chie (the two poems I've ever written are about flatulence and allergies). Reality encompasses what we feel with our various senses while dreams emcompass reality plus the fabric generated by one's own mind. Therefore dreams are greater than reality, except for the fact that dreams do not exist perpetually. Dreams eventually must end and the sleeper awaken. Of course a dose of reality is neccessary because the expansion of one's mind probably must take place in reality. If anyone could encompass all the knowledge in the universe, then a state of perpetual dreaming would be ideal, except of course that this is probably impossible.
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