“The Dream is a second life.

Never can I pass without a shudder through those gates of ivory or horn which separate us from the invisible world. The first moments of sleep are the counterpart of death: a kind of nebulous sluggishness paralyzes our thinking, and at some instant which we cannot precisely determine, the self, in another form, continues the work of our existence. This is a kind of subterranean realm which is gradually illumined, and where the pal…e, grave, immobile figures who inhabit the land of limbo emerge from shadows and darkness. Then the tableau takes form, and a new kind of light illuminates and sets in motion these bizarre apparitions; the world of the Spirits is opening to us.”
~ Gérard de Nerval
Aurélia