Dreams

"But this is true: stories can save us. I'm forty-three years old, and even still, right here, I keep dreaming Linda alive. And Ted Lavender, too, and Kiowa, and Curt Lemon, and a slim young man I killed, and an old man sprawled beside a pigpen, and several other whose bodies I once lifted and dumped into a truck. They're all dead. But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world." pg. 213

I loved this paragraph (I know it's a lot). Dreaming back the dead sounds kind of silly, but really its a remembrance thing. If you did not care about the person sure you would be sad when they died but you would not dream about them. O'Brien misses the past. He misses the experiences he had with his friends that died. He probably even misses all the little things that made each person special. Being in a war I bet O'Brien got used to losing people. I mean it happen almost everyday. But with each death you try to ease the pain. Some made jokes others toasted. O'Brien just respected their bodies and dreamed.