I’ve come to consider dreams as transcending moments of super-consciousness in which the physical body is reunited with the metaphorical self—if only for an instant. Dreams fit together in an incomprehensible way in which the present is intersected with the alternative pasts and alternative futures. All of these are woven together in the string-like nature of the dream world; all histories of the self a-fixed to one particular moment in time: one shinning example of uniformity in the chaos of the time line that trickles down into the sleeping body, lingers for a while, and then: fades away.
