The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

But beneath the rough exterior there was a world that nobody knew about and it was Bernard’s dream world. Bernard had the ability to dream in such a manner that had technology existed to view them people would perhaps even envy him for his mind. His dreams were in Technicolor. Everything seen was alive, breathing almost. Aura’s surrounded plants and trees and animals, which is mostly what he dreamed about; silver clouds, brown mountains, green trees, all were palpable and mysterious connections to the truest world, that of the spirit. In a way Bernard was in direct contact with God through wordless viewings into the inner realms of the outer world. Most of his dreams were kind things, simple roamings over landscapes of infinite beauty and mystery. He rarely dreamed of people and their intrigues for this was not a world that he was a part of much anymore