Most people dream at night, often never remembering them. That’s pretty normal. When people try to describe those dreams that they do recall, they never make sense to anyone but the dreamer. I dream at night just like everyone else, but I hardly ever recall them. The problem that I have is I tend to dream while my eyes are open and I’m wide awake. My body is there doing what it’s supposed to, but my mind transcends other places and leaves me in some netherworld. I leave that thought with these 2

“Know much about purgatory? It’s a place between heaven and hell where those who were left behind and unable to get into heaven, continue to suffer. A place of struggle and pain. In other words, the world we are in now.” [*1]

We fabricate our demons
Invite them into our homes
Have supper with the aliens
And fight the war alone
We conjure up our skeletons
Enlist the den of thieves
Frightened from our closets
Then sewn upon our sleeves

In the stream of consciousness
There is a river crying
Living comes much easier

Once we admit
We’re dying

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake
There’s a bitterness we harbor
And hate for hatred’s sake
Sometime we dig an early grave
And crucify our instincts
For the hope we couldn’t save

Sometimes a view from sinless eyes
Centers our perspective
And pacifies our cries
Sometimes the anguish we survive
And the mysteries we nurture
Are the fabrics of our lives

[*1] Vincent Volaju
[*2] John Petrucci