We are all prisoners of our dreams. We can’t control them. THEY control US. They take US where THEY want to go. Sometimes, too often, over and over again - they take us to people, places, things we'd rather not encounter. Hard, tedious work, filth, sadness, trouble, worry. Why not more love and sex and taste sensations, nature and warmth and safety. Why not more sun and sights and sounds easy and pleasing. There is no escape. More fatigue and bleakness awaits. It is so better and lovely to live and have your way in the day - and night - when we are in control - rather than captives - to what awaits us behind our so called resting eyes.
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