A Midsummer Night’s Dream, by Arthur Rackham
We all dream when we sleep. Some people say they don’t, but it’s probably more a case of them not remembering them. We usually remember our dreams just for a short time after waking, but sometimes they are so intense we find them difficult to cast off in the morning, and they linger on us like a heavy cloak of unsettled feelings and we wonder where on earth from inside us they came from, we wonder what they mean.
It might be the weird storyline, with supernatural events, both amazing or terrible, or it may be the sheer strength of emotions within the dream. Or it may be that, yet again, you’ve had that dream, the one you keep getting, the one you’re sick to death of with the same dilemma over and over again. And what I’m interested in, is the fact…
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