"Of that dream, only one fragmented scene remained in his mind. He was walking to an ancient bridge over a Qing dynasty moat, alone, crunching over a blanket of golden leaves, somewhere in the Forbidden City. A poem by Zhang Bi, a Tang dynasty poet, came to mind."
Dreams are funny things.
I haven't had many good one recently. I used to have awesome ones.
I have had bizarre ones recently that I can't remember. It's depressing.
I've also had zero success learning to lucid dream. Crushing disappointment.
The quote. I think it's cool. I like descriptions that involve people walking on leaves.
Capote did it somewhere and it broke me.
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