I'm in my dream world.

Just as any product ever produced by a company must pass through a weighing scale,so also any product ever invented in life must pass through the dream world.

The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam...

Mom thinks I live in this dream world where everybody's Ivana Trump.

I must have been seriously frustrated by my lack of sword-fighting skills to make all this up. My dream head hurts just thinking about it.

The whole world is a dream, and death the interpreter