I love pondering over dreams, partly because my dreams are often wild and fantastic, and telling. Life floods the mind with a wide spectrum of wondering and emotion, and this consciousness also stirs within the concoction of my night dreams. I go inward alot. I think I may spend most my time there, so when I express myself in writing it's like I have been jolted out of a sleep. Dreams become a foggy haze of a place to be explored- and now, in this same hazy place, a creative and passionate being hidden in slumber has been found and shaken to awake and asked to take form.