When I was small, I vowed to ride a hot air balloon straight up to the sun. I saved my coppers and silvers, even the five-pound birthday note uncle gave me. One day, mum surprised me with a balloon ride. It was red and gigantic and amazing. Yet when it soared to its zenith, I saw the sun, still far away. I cried a little.

"Is this all the closer I'll ever get?" I asked.

"I'm afraid so, cub," said mum.

That day, I learned that somewhere between one person's logic and another person's dreams lies the realm of possibility.

The driveway quickly disintegrates as I struggle to maintain dream consciousness; but to no avail…

For a few moments I am again fooled into believing a nonsensical conversation is comprehensible. Once again, my fictional world implodes moments after I discover my omnipotence…

Finally, I awake in my bed, but I cannot move. Each limb drags like a sandbag as I struggle to get up. My eyelids descend and I remember this one too. If I simply give in, I will awake to a new dream until I awake to another. Eventually, I will awake to reality…I hope.