I was reading a book by Richard Paul Evans that I received for Christmas. It is called A Winter Dream. It was an easy read. I am a fan of his writings. This book is a modern tale of Joseph from the Bible and his brothers who hated him. I enjoyed the book.
He wrote: Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.
I like that statement. Dreams are amazing things really. The subconscious colliding with a dreamy state of knowing; past experiences and present anticipations of future ventures. A kaleidoscope of quick snippets lasting but seconds, seemingly life-like and altogether real.
Some dreams, however, are simply a matter of a few wrong choices before going to bed.