As a child, before I ever saw Fantasia, I dreamed all the inanimate objects in my room came to life and were carrying me away. Good thing I had a father who answered my cries, and then laughed at my nightmare. And of course it spawned an entirely new adventure. This much we know about the human mind. That it draws from the images it feeds on to make sense of the world in which we exist.
Life is full of questions.
Imagination is what leads us to the answers, to those bits of truth that eventually add up to understanding. If we are secure as children, the images of animals, astronauts, warriors and windows may assemble themselves into some great adventure, some journey into the unknown from which we feel confident we'll return. But no child feels secure all the time. And in those times of uncertainty, those same images may create a nightmare. A truth that can be pretty hard to understand.