Mirage

One morning, as I was going over the dream that had apparently woken me up, I had the idea of transcribing it so that this prolific double life could become reality.
These dreams are so powerful that they end up imposing themselves on me. I believe I lived them. The question then arises as to the reality of what we are experiencing, and also the reality of what we are seeing. Do we all see the same thing? When faced with grandiose landscapes, do we feel the same way, are we not in the world of the senses? Is perception universal?
For me, these places are mirages, like the optical phenomenon linked to the bending of light rays reflected on the superheated layers of the atmosphere close to the ground. They are an illusion. Aren't these landscapes made up from my own imagination, like those dreams that come from nowhere and so far away? When Jim Harrison released his film "Only the Earth is Forever", he said of landscapes: "We are the places where we have been, and they are part of us.
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