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εῖν’, ἦ τοι μὲν ὄνειροι ἀμήχανοι ἀκριτόμυθοιγίγνοντ’, οὐδέ τι πάντα τελείεται ἀνθρώποισι.δοιαὶ γάρ τε πύλαι ἀμενηνῶν εἰσὶν ὀνείρων·αἱ μὲν γὰρ κεράεσσι τετεύχαται, αἱ δ’ ἐλέφαντι,τῶν οἳ μέν κ’ ἔλθωσι διὰ πριστοῦ ἐλέφαντος,οἵ ῥ’ ἐλεφαίρονται, ἔπε’ ἀκράαντα φέροντες·οἱ δὲ διὰ ξεστῶν κεράων ἔλθωσι θύραζε,οἵ ῥ’ ἔτυμα κραίνουσι, βροτῶν ὅτε κέν τις ἴδηται.ἀλλ’ ἐμοὶ οὐκ ἐντεῦθεν ὀΐομαι αἰνὸν ὄνειρονἐλθέμεν·
Stranger, dreams verily are baffling and unclear of meaning, and in no wise do they find fulfilment in all things for men. For two are the gates of shadowy dreams, and one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those dreams that pass through the gate of sawn ivory deceive men, bringing words that find no fulfilment. But those that come forth through the gate of polished horn bring true issues to pass, when any mortal sees them. But in my case it was not from thence, methinks, that my strange dream came.

-The Odyssey, Homer

(Fonte: christelledelorme)

My world is wishing me asleep.

Before I can speak