I just finished dreamsland..it was a good book..but not fantastic until like the last 50 pages. I live in my own little dreamland where everything is black the world turns just a little to fast and time is uncontrolled. only fragments exist and nothing is whole a small part is gone and it will never return the party is dead and the people are gone but they were once there and they will come agian i was awakon once. before the people ever came it was good awakening now i am back and its better its not as black and not as lonly even when the people do leave its not lonly i hope and wish that one day all of the pieces of me will be peiced together and it will one day turn into an art a mosecic of the grandest kind and it to will be among my treasured my loved. i will be among my own love. my own ideal.