The sirens of ambulances carrying bombing victims lulled children to sleep. Mothers, many of whom were widows, were torn between mourning or thanking the deceased.
Dreams of hardened characters disrupt ritualised sleep. Tough characters torment the inescapable life awake. It's hard to live life without feeling it.
When the mind awakens, the world comes alive, But when the mind falls asleep, so does the world, So who makes the world, this star studded tapestry we see? Is it not the world crafted by our minds? The universe takes shape within our minds.