Once I heard my mother say that each of us lives in a separate universe one we have dreamed into being. We love pople when their dream coincides with ours the way two cutout designs laid one on top of the other might match. But dream worlds are not static like cutouts sooner or later they change shape leading to misunderstanding loneliness and loss of love.

The dream is not a drug but a way. Listen to where it can take you.