A person close to me once described dreams as the thoughts and emotions that occur while we’re asleep, but I think I’ve always known the truth: dreams serve a higher purpose for our kind.
Sometimes, memories of a dream are fleeting; while others leave an indelible impression, compelling us to interpret their meaning in a desperate attempt to find hidden omens and truths. But what does it really mean to dream? Is it a physical process of the mind, or a metaphysical feature of the soul?
Or could dreams be something far greater: a temporal conduit to an ethereal reality? A link to co-dependent realms and lore, without which, this world could not exist?
This is not only my contention; it is my reality.
Prologue – Reverie: Anomaly