  A Boat Beneath A Sunny Sky A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July - CHildren three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Please a simple tale to hear - Long as paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, ALice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing eye, Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream - Lingering in the golden gleam - Life, what is it but a dream? Lewis Carroll - 'Through the Looking Glass' I just finished reading 'Through the Looking Glass' by Lewis Carroll. What an interesting ending, I think the second tale of Alice has much more meaning then the first, or at least its easier for me to relate to. I once pondered wether I was the dream or the dreamer... I still wonder sometimes, always wondering if all this is just the minute dream of some sleeping being, that when I die it awakens to a new day of its life. Can the dream dream? When I fall asleep I dream, do I create a figment much like myself that dies upon my own awakening?
What if my dream were to dream? If my dreamer were to die while I dreamt, would the dreams reaching on for infitity simply blink out or would they continue to live on? For I would never awaken again, the deep sleep of death. If I perish do my dreams live on? So many questions of such apparent uselessness. On a different note I'm a very depressed person, no matter how good things seem to be going I can't stay happy. One dear friend, one girl seems to have the power to make me smile lately, she means alot to me. I really don't know where I would be without her right now, I wish I could do more for her. I wish I could be more. Sweet dreams. 
