dreams, friends, family, foes, they speak at night, when the eyes are closed, the whisper in the ear when the prof drones on and on, they replace reality when imagination takes grasp, like television, like movies, like books and magazines, but written by none other than the subconscious, the id, that which is not seen nor understood by self, given material by interaction with the physical world, events, sights, smells, people. deja vu, so real it was, so dreamy it wasn't. predictions, contradictions, explanations and more, but less. i like dreams.