Dreams are something wonderful, yet confussing and disorientating. My dreams are almost like reality. I am balanced. Well established. I have a clean neutral look to this world, as it is now. People come and go. Some stay; not only in my dreams, no, in my memory. I have a clean consciousness. Exactly these people give me the stablity. Yes, in my dreams, in my memory, and in my real world. It’s all one. We are all one. Different shades and shapes, but still all one. Dreams, my escape.