I live in this world as many people do,in a dream, however i slunber in a different consience. For some, it's as though they wander this earth not realizing their actions towards others are very real and long lasting. These people, have never truely awakened from sleeping with their eyes open and minds closed. However for me, in order to cope with unbearable expierences and memoires, in my life I made up an entire planet, including races and animals,plants, the geography and even a small drama which includes an enpending doom. Intresting enough, the people I meet in this world, appear in my other world as well, however they appear in diffenerent forms and may even be a different spieces. Perhaps I'm raving mad or painfully imaginative, I guess it depends on the person.

a poem from an excellent book Alice through the Looking Glass, a book that aids in waking me up or making me sleep even deeper.....

A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long had paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?