Thaidakar the Ghostblood

"I had a dream."

There is a space between death and life, between night and day, between the one day and the next, there is a space between what's real and what is not.

In that space lies many things...

One of those things is dreams.

Those vivid fantasies which we all know, but who can describe? Who can tell what they truly are? Those phantom looks into other worlds, other realities, other memories. What are they, really? 

It's possible we'll never know what they truly are. But we can guess...

Perhaps they're symbolic prophesies. Maybe they're twisted memories.

Or... are they lives that we have lived before reflected infinitely in our heads, replayed again and again...

Dreams are what define reality,

They're what fuel ideas, what start the fires of revolution.

They're hopes, they're ideas, they're past lives, they're experiences that we most likely will never relive.

A dream is infinity captured in a moment, an eternity compressed into one minute. Millenia becomes something shorter than a day in dreams.

Why do we dream?

Why do we hope?

We hope, we dream, we pray, we experience it all because it's what we do.

We hope because we want a better future.

We pray because we want things to be better.

We dream because we find solace in other realities.

And, yet, if a dream is a millennia compressed into a moment, then what is eternity but a short amount of time? Is it how God experiences time?

In dreams, we experience brief moments of godhood, controlling what we see if we can, doing things that we'd never be able to do otherwise. In truth, then, we are gods, we experience moments of godhood in these spaces between life and death, in these moments taken out of divine realms of knowledge.

In this I think I recognize something about humanity, and maybe you will too...

dreams are how we take control when there is none in our lives. Dreams are how we find solace. Dreams are showing us are deepest fears and our greatest hopes. Dreams are our inner thoughts and desires, our inner darkness and our inner light, our inner self.

In the end... dreams are nothing and everything.

In the end, dreams are a moment of infinity, a moment of divinity.

Dreams show us both what we could be and what we could never be in any reality. 

Dreams influence reality and reality in turn influences dreams.

Dreams have started and ended many things.

A quote by a famous man I think ends this quite nicely.

"I had a dream."

This has been "The Thaidakar reread a few of his favorite book endings and got sentimental over them show!" Tune in next time for an analysis on why Terry Goodkind wasn't a good human being.