They'd be dead in two weeks. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly aware of the unreality, the evanescence of the world, a fleeting image in the moving water. A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams. The Name or the Rose .
Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
Maybe the wildest dreams are but the needful preludes of the truth. I dreamed of myself in a dream, and told the dream, which was mine, as if it were another person's of whom I dreamed. William Shakespeare .