Could it be that as we contemplate our existence, our surroundings...we are launching into realms that we have been to before? I wonder how many times and how many places my mind has visited previously, each time building upon that which was built before. Dreams upon dreams....slowly becoming reality...each time being more easily manipulated into my liking. In control of my subconcious adventures...not at first...but eventually becoming the author of the stories in my sleep.