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If my dream was true, then everything we know, everything we think we know is a lie.
…It means that we’re just dolls. We don’t have a clue what’s really going down, we just kid ourselves that we’re in control of our lives while a paper’s thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they’re tired, or bored.
In my dream, I could have destroyed everybody in the world. In my dream, Gilbert wasn’t even a person; he was a place. In my dream, Grandma Unity gave up her life for me.
…I’ve been brooding on that night for too long now. Six months.
…”And then she woke up.” You know, I always hated stories that ended like that. I always felt cheated. Six months is long enough to feel sorry for yourself. Isn’t it? You can’t feel cheated forever.
”- Rose Walker, from Neil Gaiman’s “The Sandman: The Doll’s House”
3 weeks ago
