The stuff of dreams

Whenever I close my eyes and tune out the distraction of reality. When I suspend awareness of the subjective present/future then I can clearly see images of people, events and numbers. From where these images come I do not know. The reality perceived in this manner is as real to me as the moments spent existing in the "real world".

It seems that dreams are made of the stuff flowing between the conscious and the unconscious. When one is neither sleeping nor fully focused on the awareness of this reality then the dimensions expose themselves. As to why these conditions permit such visions - who is to say? Notwithstanding the question of why perhaps we ought to try to apply what is to our understanding of the human condition.

I have always thought that we are but watchers tape recorders of the events, in staggering detail, which occur in our lifetimes.