I keep having this dream when I dream of the log walls and dark pantry.
I sense that it's only a dream.
Then joy is clouded for I know I'll wake up.
Sometimes something happens, and I stop dreaming of the house of my chilhood.
Then I grieve and wait for the dream that will make me a child again and I'll be happy again knowing that all still lies ahead and nothing is impossible.The Mirror, A. Tarkovsky
Eternal return to daydreaming
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