Fei:

Dreaming...

I was dreaming...
Perhaps it may have been
but a long forgotten memory...

A dream...
A memory...

Things remembered
when one is asleep...
Things forgotten
when one is awake...

Where the deepest layers
of memories
Become the outmost layers
of one's dreams...

Which are reality?
Which are illusions?
One cannot tell until
one awakes...

Or perhaps the are,
At the same time, both
Truth and fiction...

A vast nebulous...
With no boundaries...

An emptiness equivalent
To my own existance...

I dreamt such a dream...

A long...
Never-ending,
Dream...

Dreams...

A life of a man named
Lacan...
And the lives of counltess
other men...

All but dreams...

Now that I am awake,
those countless numbers of
long, heartrending dreams
are almost impossible to
remember at all...

In those dreams,
I loved one woman...
No matter the day,
No matter the era...
That did not change...

Nor did her name...

That dream changed me...
That dream was the catalyst
for me to resolve what my
purpose was.

I think I know now...
What I have to do...

That long, long memory
of a dream...
Perhaps it was the memory of my
soul...

Elly:

I was dreaming a drean...
Or perhaps it was a memory
From a distant past...

A dream...
A memory...

Those words I was
unable to convey...
That day...
That Time...

Those thoughts I was
unable to carry out...

Words and thoughts...
The connection between
the two...

Without words,
Thoughts cannot be conveyed...
Without thuoghts,
There are no words...
They are both as vital
as each other...

They can never be
divided...
Like the wings of angels...
Like a man and a woman...

An unchangeable destiny...
Feelings one wishes one could change...

Meeting with the person
who would change me...
And watching myself change...

I dreamt such a dream...

A long...
Never-ending,
Dream...

Therefore...
I didn't want them...

I wanted the two of us
to be ourselves...

That is what I wished for...
So, I had him paint me...

The way I really am...

Dreams...

A life of a woman named
Sohpia...
And the lives of countless
other women...

All but dreams...

Now that I am awake,
those countless numbers of
long, heartrending dreams
are almost impossible to
remember at all...

In those dreams,
I loved one man...
No matter the day,
No matter the era...
That did not change...

Only his name...

That dream changed me...
That dream was the catalyst
for me to resolve what my
purpose was.

I think I know now...
What I have to do...

That long, long memory
of a dream...
That perhaps was
the memory of my soul...