Everyone lives a life that is seen and a life that is unseen. Our dreams
are a part of our unseen life. We often forget our own dreams and we
have no idea whatever of the dreams of others: last night the person
next to you in the underground may have ridden naked on a lion or
travelled under the sea to the lost city of Atlantis. Along with the
dream life there is the life of ideas and half-ideas, of glimmerings and
flashes and indescribable atmospheres of the mind. What we actually do
in what is called the real world depends largely on how we live this
unseen life in our inner world of words and images, songs and bits of
poems, names and numbers and memories and dreams remembered and
unremembered.
Russell Hoban, "'I that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping...'",
A Russell Hoban Omnibus, Indiana University Press, 1999, p. 771
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