There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton fields called the Old South...
Here in this pretty world Gallantry took it's last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Khights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave...
Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered.
A Civilization gone with the wind...
Dream are rightly the mirrors of our soul. I call them "The Theatre of seven Hells". They are very important for our spiritual development.
— I can't believe you two had sex in her dream.
— Sorry, it was a one-time thing. I was very drunk, and it was someone else's subconscious.
Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safety insane every night of our lives.