Henry Rider Haggard. Lady Of The Dawn (№ 175553)

A dream is a dream. Why to make sense of the fact that from time immemorial it arrives and disappears when we sleep, rummaging around like midges, ready to disappear in the darkness, how come? It is not necessary to search in it for signs; the same that he had seen the watchful eye, is another matter: it is either something that arises from madness or reality itself.