such were the images which paraded before my eyes

the realities of the world affected me as visions, and as visions only, while the wild ideas of the land of dreams became, in turn, - not the material of my every-day existence - but in very deed that existence utterly and solely in itself.edgar allan poe - berenice - a tale - 1835here began for me what i shall call the overflow of dream into real life. from this point on, everything at times