Hope is a waking dream.

The dream was floating off satisfactorily on an inner sea.

And when I wake up it's wonderful, like I've been carried quietly onto a calm, peaceful shore, and the dream, and its meaning, has broken over me like a wave and is ebbing away now, leaving me with a single, solid certainty. I know now.

I was wrenched awake at the tail-end of a stifled scream. I fought my way up from a deep dark dream. The scream had been mine.

Hope is a waking dream. -Aristotle.

If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.