My memories of dreams are more real than my memories of reality -- yet what I recall as reality is more dreamlike than my dreams! There comes the confusion. Perhaps it is a way of not admitting to what really happened in my life, what I have done with my life as opposed to what I could have done. Or is it that my dreams are a safe place where I cannot be harmed, a place where if things get out of hand I simply awake.
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