Dreams are made of wispy stuff like this.

Beautiful dreamer wake unto me, Starlight and sunshine are waiting for thee… Everybody is looking for something… Sometimes we awaken involuntarily and then want to fall back into that condition of bliss in which our dreams had cocooned us. But it is not easy to cling to our dreams. Dreams provide us the ability to see two worlds at once, one quotidian the other mystical. We are all creatures of perpetual ambivalence and conflict – our personal problems have deep roots and we desperately seek a connection between our private experience and our dreams. Undisclosed desires like formal imperatives are struck deep in our psyche, as we dream these abstract longings are apprehended through juxtapositions of desperate melting images. The aura of the dream remains and we linger voluptuously – hoping that the remaining tangible threads will turn into reality. The images melt and merge towards the inchoate magma; some blurred thread of remembrances keeps it alive. The dim and velvety outline like a palpable sentient continuum – is the essence of the soul. The dreamer seeks vainly to find form and shape to fit the ethereal essence – grasping the crumbs of the images while awakening. The dream melts like a dripping candle and like a spirit tottering on the mystic threshold vanishes – forever. It is a way for us while constructing our realities to assure our fragile selves that dreams like myths in life really does have meaning and stakes. -Vinay-