When You Sleep, Your Dream

Chris Nielsen: Thank You For Every Kindness. Thank You For Our Children. For The First Time I Saw Them. Thank You For Being Someone I Was Always Proud To Be With. For Your Guts, For Your Sweetness. For How You Always Looked, For How I Always Wanted To Touch You. God, You Were My Life. I Apologize For Everytime I Ever Failed You. Especially This One.

Not Only Did I Rediscover Every Experience Of My Life, I Had To Live Each Unfulfilled Desire As Well—as Though They’d Been Fulfilled. I Saw That What Transpires In The Mind Is Just As Real As Any Flesh And Blood Occurrence. What Had Only Been Imagination In Life, Now Became Tangible, Each Fantasy A Full Reality. I Lived Them All—while, At The Same Time, Standing To The Side, A Witness To Their, Often, Intimate Squalor. A Witness Cursed With Total Objectivity.

No Longer Will You Be A Weird Robinson Crusoe, Imprisoned On An Island Of Night Surrounded By Oceans Of Death.

(after Death.) So Few People Who Come Across, Possess Awareness Of Any Kind. All They Bring Along With Them Are Worthless Values. All They Desire Is Continuation Of What They Had In Life No Matter How Misguided Or Degraded. . . Will Those People Ever Progress, Even With Our Help?

I Think What Dreams May Come Is The Most Important (read Effective) Book I've Written. It Has Caused A Number Of Readers To Lose Their Fear Of Death The Finest Tribute Any Writer Could Receive. ... Somewhere In Time Is My Favorite Novel.