Your biggest dreams can become reality not by brute-forcing the end-goal but breaking it down into smaller more manageable parts. If your goal takes years breaking it down into months and days will let you improve your lot little bits at a time.
But what a feeling can come over a man just from seeing the things he believes in and hopes for symbolized in the concrete form of a man. In something that gives a focus to all the other things he knows to be real. Something that makes unseen things manifest and allows him to come to his hopes and dreams through his outer eye and through the touch and feel of his natural hand.
In my dream I was a seal and I made love to a seagull. Then I got eaten by a shark because thats just the way life is. Some fish gets jealous over a bird and decides to chomp down on his competition. It happens all the time in the real world.
Realism falls short of reality. It shrinks it attenuates it falsifies it it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions love death astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and estranged perspective. Truth is in our dreams in the imagination.
In dreams you don't need to make any distinctions between things.
Not at all. Boundaries don't exist.
So in dreams there are hardly ever collisions.
Even if there are, they don't hurt. Reality is different.
Reality bites. Reality, reality.
The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by sceptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.