wandering within dreams the sceneries are misted, fragmented
memories, inspiring my current creativity. finding myself in the familiar space of failing to visit sleep consistently, hazy faces and listless landscapes half-remembered upon waking create weight in my thinking. fragments of my nocturnal journal, these are my fog laden dream journeys.
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
-excerpt from “Dream Within a Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe