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On Dreams and Reality Some Thoughts After Reading Neil Galman's Sandman Series Have you had one of those dreams wher nthing makes sense? Where evrything you do is taken backwards and used the opposite way? You have? I know you have. Everyone has. I have always wondered what it would be like if the dream world was reality, and reality was the dreamworld. But then... when you think of it... what would the difference be? Between reality and the dreamworld, I mean. Wouldn't they be one and the same? Reality would be a dream and the dream, a reality. Makes no sense to you, does it? Nah, didn't think so.... You know.... maybe life is just a

Darkness.... I never did understood why darkness had always been thought of as the sign of evil. I never really believed it was evil. In all honesty, darkness seemed the weaker of all of the elements. Always forced to hide behind the shadows. Hiding from light. Hiding, afraid, scared of anything that could break its barrier. Just like me. My friends and everyone else see me as someone to be wary of and they are right to think so. I *AM* dangerous. But if I ever dropped the act, the mask, the barrier... I would be nothing. I would be nothing but a shell of my former self. I no longer know who is the person that looks at me from the mirror

You Had Me From The Beginning You had me from the beginning, and I know it. You had me figured out, and I knew it You had feelings toward me, and I chose to ignore it You say, "I love you." I say, "I really don't know." But you know that I really do. I was already yours in every way but one. My soul, my mind and my body, you only had to ask. But you left me. You left me saddened and alone. I had been alone before but...you said you loved me. You promised you would wait, that you'll always be there. Yet, you left me and my heart broken and in despair. After that night, i hated you. I hated what you stood for. I hated the way yo