Tumbling down the rabbit-hole....

Dreams... unmeasurable and undefinable and yet so close to our souls. Nothing short of our memories of wonderland. And like all other memories, we cling to them with our hearts. So close that we never know when our dream shapes our perception of reality. To quote Shakespeare,

"I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was."

-A Midsummer Night's Dream, 4. 1

Indeed, when we dream such a dream , there's no escaping it, bewitched and intoxicated that we are by its presence in our mind. No way out from Alice's wonderland, confined to the realm of our subconscious. Bound to follow the rainbow to find our own pot of gold at its end...

"The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began,
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many path and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say."

-Bilbo Baggins (The Lord of the Rings)