Friday, April 05, 2013


I was reading a book, a large and complicated story. Sometimes I had to go back a few chapters to understand some complex development, sometimes I even had to go forward to find out other things. As soon as I was reading a chapter I got immersed in it, it'd become real, vivid and I could not only see and hear but also feel the world I was in. At some point I realised I wasn't reading somebody else's book, I was making up the story and I needed to write it. But then I woke up and all I could remember was this I have written, the sort of structure of the dream and the book but nothing of the contents, lost and vanished forever in the void.