I may overanalyze dreams; I’ve always seen them as these vast, eclectic abysses, where all that a bias is felt towards mingles and often parts into factions, coming together through breaking apart—in orgies of mere figment.
This was something I wrote at 5 am, about a week ago. I have no real idea as to where the thought is going, but I’d love to end up using it in my writing, at least using the idea behind it.
Michael
