I've dreamed a lot in this life. Of so many different things. Of different worlds. Of different selves. Of fantastical beasts. Of the unlikely hero I become. Of lovers and friends. Of death and sorrow. Of ascendancy and unending existence. I have dreamt for so long that now I am tired from dreaming but not tired of dreaming. I don't think I'll ever tire of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on me. It is a dreamless sleep throughout which I remain awake. And despite it all, through dreams I have achieved everything.
