Silly maybe, but comforting....
Supposing, when we die, we enter the land of our dreams. for good
Often when I dream, the place I'm inhabiting feels familiar - not from 'real life', but from other dreams. The same dream countryside, the same dream streets, the same dream house. Or if they are not the same, then related, similar. On the other hand with apparently infinite variety.
I wouldn't mind spending eternity there....
... except for the nightmares.
But if we believed that after our death we lived on in our dreams, then there would be a profression of dream-therapists, shamen,- maybe a new religion - helping our nights, and our eternity be nightmare free. (The First Church of Alec the Dreamer?)
Otherwise we would go to hell
What a load of nonsense. Good night.
alecweston
Pro


... and, er, sweet dreams