I know you can dream your way through an otherwise fine life, and never wake up, which is what I almost did.

Dreams, if they're any good, are always a little bit crazy.

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

I'm far from the world and I see it like a brightly lit ball in the distance. The sky behind it is mostly gray. It starts in silence, but I can see the people. Everyone is in a hurry. They're racing around the globe. They each hold a thread, like a bit of string, and it unravels, covering the planet. The buzzing starts. The buzzing gets faster and louder. They're all racing to one spot on the earth. I'm outside of it and I can see everything. I can see every person in the world racing to a single spot on the earth. The buzzing is all I can hear. It gets so I can't take it. Then I wake up.

Many do not see that not to have dreams is far worse than seeing that their dreams do not come true.

Dreams have a profound way of waking us up.