Dreaming of Uncertainty Principles

In the land of Nod, she began life in a relaxed lucid dream, much as her mother and grandmother before her.

There are only two forces, you see, which act to shape human beings:  nature and the environment.   And since the personality is largely formed during the first three years of life, it is the environment which is paramount.

Not so in the land of Nod, where dreams can be controlled by the dreamer. As such, the effect of the environment on the personality is negligible.  An after thought.  What is important are desires. Because desires in the land of Nod are endlessly fulfilled, the quality of desires determines the character of the individual.

But in all lands, even Nod, there are rules.

Most of her prison term in the land of Nod was served in Mimizon where the beds are small and uncomfortable.  Nevertheless, in Mimizon, she had wild adventures in the four corners of the realm and intrigue with the most handsome men.  She also vowed to the warden at the appointed times that she would never again dream the forbidden.  But still she stayed and was not be released.

In her dreams, her bed was a magical bed and in the bed she could produce anyone she desired, and interact with them.  But objects began to appear that she could not control.  One of the most persistent object was a white tree.  The tree beckoned to her, but she knew better than to listen to the objects in her dreams for it was written that voices in dreams are the path of nightmares.

"You are alone," said the tree.  I live as one with all objects around me.  Forgetting an individualized self, you discover the totality of who you are.  Love is forgetting your self.  Set aside you worldly desires." And so forth.

And there was a certain element of truth to what the tree said.  For she knew this was the Pando tree, the largest organism in the land of wakefulness.  And the tree was not alone, but part of a gigantic collective of one common root.  And for many years she avoided its call.

I'm not sure what pushed her to the brink.  When we are under stress we take drastic steps and throw caution to to the wind--perhaps regretting it later--perhaps not.  She might have been drunk.  Every dreamer eventually wakes up.  Or do they?

Will it settle or wont it settle. The flame of enthusiasm burns low   Maybe the author should take up a different future