When we have lost everything that our peers and fellows deem to be important, when we live a life that is meaningless by the tenets of our upbringing, then all that is left are our dreams.
Dreams spring from hope, desire, and meaning in our life. They don't restrain themselves with what is but blossom in the what will be. They are made of fairy dust, hero's tales and adventures beyond our current circumstances.
To dream is to awaken our slumbering self into the realm of possibility. We put aside our normal restraints and imagine ourselves living freely in our potential. Our adventure awaits.
What are we capable of doing if we have first lived it in a dream?