roses in the dark land of dream

It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream-
-making a vain attempt,
because no relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation,
that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt,
that notion of being captured by the incredible
which is of the very essence of dreams...
No, it is impossible;
it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence-
-that which makes its truth, its meaning-
-its subtle and penetrating essence.
It is impossible.
We live, as we dream-alone...


-Joseph Conrad