Revelation of Dreams is a spiritual title
I had those dreams before how incredible is that. In many different variations.
Physical bodies hooked onto a shared dream machine. Another from that scene of inception where they’re all hooked onto the dream world. Another where it was in a desert where people were just lying around on rugs and sleeping bags. They came in many forms, but sharing the same trope.
The dreams that seem to last an eternity recure once or twice a week. I surprisingly wake up refreshed, despite finding out that I still got hours more to sleep.
Doors, gates and crumbling medieval magical portals for me. Did you feel like a strong urge, an energy propelling you to move forward into them when standing before it?
It’s all perfect in there. Everything’s just rightfully where and what it should be. An artistic perfection. I wish I could replicate what I experience in there. Someday, after I master oil painting, writing, filming, and a whole bunch of things. That Vampire couldn’t come any sooner
Also, there are songs and classical composition that were created from within their dreams. Hendrix and beetles had one each, and I want to say debussy or liszt.