.. are what we wake up from.
Elvin's post on Dreams made me ponder. Indeed, dreams are what we wake up from. When I was walking along Thames on South Bank, I often told myself how surreal everything felt. Too dreamlike to be real for me to actually live my life in London.
Now that I am miles away from London, it only reaffirms what I always felt like. My years in London were just like a dream. They feel so unreal - my memories. I do not know how long they are able to last. I have a feeling the consuming fire of housemanship might just wipe them all up. Soon.