I said, I had a dream like this myself some time ago - Woman In White
New dreams, old dreams revised. Dead, shattered, dreams. We dream by day, by night. We let them go, pick them up, brush them off. Some we know can never be. Others we cling to. Sometimes we stop. They don't, can't, won't ever become our reality. But we begin again. It's what brings us from one day to the next. I took a personal day off this week. Just for my dreams. I haven't given them enough time lately.