In our dreams, we weave the tapestry of their unfolding, as we move through them, and we act as if the unfolding of this tapestry were external to us.
The one who weaves is swifter than the one who walks, yet they are not two separate beings.
Why should it be any different in life between two dreams?
The multiplicity of actors is not specific to waking life.
In dreams as well, each actor seems to have a life of its own.
Who dreams us night and day ?
(To Simon)
Notes & Silence 
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This deserves more consideration than I have had chance to give it (currently in a hotel by the sea trying to deal with what the UK calls a heatwave!)
We are, might I suggest, both dream and dreamer, insofar as the ultimate dreamer builds through us. All is one.
What am I, what have I done, that is not but a dream within the greater reality of the eternal?
(To Franck)
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