Dreams are like clouds. Far away, yet very personal. Like clouds dreams have no beginning and no end. They are here now and not here another moment. They change form, from fairy like to menacing. They uplift, depress, frighten, give hope, bring flashes of great insight, churn souls. Dreams, like clouds can contain fluffy nothingness or a hundred fear dragons hiding behind bolts of lightening.
Everyone has one private cloud. Like one dream. The problem is this cloud never remains the same. It is ever changing. Looming round the corner with a new unknown face.

Dreams are real, dreams are unreal.
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