“To sleep, perchance to dream […] what dreams may come […]”
Often have writers alluded to the great inspiration which their dreams might and did afford them, but perhaps few placed more weight on the part of the muse of somnolence in their creative process than Franz Kafka.
Indeed, The Independent recently reported that, instead of passively allowing his body and brain to accept the cues of approaching sleep and dream-thoughts, Kafka reacted rather differently (as his diaries reveal):
“[…]again it was the power of my dreams, shining forth into wakefulness even before I fall asleep, which did not let me sleep.”
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