That’s the place you went when you were a child, alone, in your grandmother’s garden, playing with yourself; when you talked to the flowers, the bushes and the trees, the bees and bumblebees.

Dreamland. This is the warmth and security deep inside of you, deriving from those days when the wolf, the bear and the fox were still your friends; when you carried the snowy owl in your heart and the hawk was your protector.

Dreamland. That is what gives you strength, self-assurance and confidence to survive in the mercilessness of everyday life with all its horrors.

Peter Lietz