Imagine you were born in a poor family, in a poor city, in a poor country, and by the time you were 28 years old, you have so much money you can’t even count it. What do you do? You make your dreams come true.
I quote John Lennon, “A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus.
I haunt your dreams like a ghost, for I know what scares you most. So you run, run! As fast as you can! There’s no escape from the magic man.
Dreams mean everything. They’re the stories we tell ourselves of what could be, who we could become.
There’s a place in your mind no one can get to. A place that belongs only to you. No matter what they say, no matter what they do, no one can reach you there. Pain is a dream.