Peter Willers JessenThinkers

Conscience (n.) seems ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠silent in dreams: we feel no pity and commit theft, violence and murder with complete indifference and no remorse afterward.

A Dream (n.) translates ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠the bedroom into catastrophe: a thunderclap becomes a battle, a creaking door burglars, a head under the pillow an overhanging rock about to bury us.

Recollection (n.) mends ⁠​‌​​​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​⁠a dream without asking: even the most truth-loving man cannot tell a remarkable dream without embellishment, so strong is the mind's urge to see everything connectedly.