"The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not...but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it,for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us".
-Brom, the storyteller, from Eragon, Book One of the Inheritance Trilogy
Sometimes I feel like my own dreams are like this, lost within the depths of my mind. Like fragmented memories that slowly float to the surface while you sleep and play back those moments. Sad, happy, fearful and love, all can be experienced within one's dreams. The hardest part I find is when you wake up and realize it was nothing but a dream....those feelings and emotions still linger with you, painful in some ways, but good in others. In my dreams I can truly be myself, let my inner self out and my imagination run wild. Go flying over oceans and mountains with large wings, bending water, light and fire at will, wielding a sword or another weapon like the warrior you are, morphing into animals, anything is possible. Maybe I should write my dreams down? Each a chapter in a book, a book about myself.