I was dreaming... Perhaps it may have been but a long forgotten memory...
A dream... A memory...
Things remembered when one is asleep... Things forgotteen when one is awake...
Where the deepest layers of memories become the outmost layers of one's dreams...
Which are reality? Which are illusions? One cannot tell until one awakes...
Or perhaps they are, at the same time, both truth and fiction...
A vast nebulous... With no boundaries...
An emptiness equivalent to my own existence...
I dreamt such a dream...
A long, never-ending dream...
[Scene between Lacan and Mother Sophia]
Dreams...
A life of a man named Lacan... And the lives of countless other men...
All but dreams...
Now that I am awake, those countless numbers of long, heartrending dreams are almost impossible to remember at all...
In those dreams, I loved one woman... no matter the day, no matter the era... That did not change...
Nor did her name...
That dream changed me... That dream was the catalyst for me to resolve what my purpose was.
I think I know now... what I have to do...
That long, long memory of a dream... Perhaps it was the memory of my soul.
I was dreaming a dream... Or perhaps it was a memory from a distant past...
A dream... A memory...
Those words I was unable to convey... That day... That time...
Those thoughts I was unable to carry out...
Words and thoughts... The connection between the two...
Without words, thoughts cannot be conveyed... Without thoughts, there are no words... They are both as vital as each other...
They can never be divided... Like the wings of angels... Like a man and a woman...
An unchangeable destiny... Feelings one wishes one could change...
Meeting with the person who would change me... And watching myself change...
I dreamt such a dream...
A long... Never-ending, Dream...
[Scene between Lacan and Mother Sophia]
Dreams...
A life of a woman named Sophia... And the lives of countless other women...
All but dreams...
Now that I am awake, those countless numbers of long, heartrending dreams are almost impossible to remember at all...
In those dreams, I loved one man... No matter the day, no matter the era... That did not change...
Only his name...
That dream changed me... That dream was the catalyst for me to resolve what my purpose was.
I think I know now... What I have to do...
That long, long memory of a dream... That perhaps was the memory of my soul...