Sweet dreams are made of this...

For sometimes dreams are not just dreams

Sometimes real means nothing

for if it did, 

it wouldn't be thou

for thou art so unreal 

that my single being shakes

in thy presence

and crumbles

in thy absence

And I go mad, my

and I go sad too

and I rage, my

for I awoke

from the dream thou art

for thou art the dream of mine

and sometimes dreams are not just dreams...