“she is in a world of private dreams , not here with us !”

“Dreams are private, she said. And she is right. A dream is a story that no one else will get to hear or read.”

“I met you in dream." She says."You're right. But here we are, back to the real world.""I was so afraid you will never remember me in the real world. People usually forget about their dreams once they wake up.""Not me. Not you. Besides, maybe this none of us woke up. It doesn't mean we can't make it real.”

“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.”

“She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.”

“She used to be a mathematician. Now she looks for omens and signs. At one time she thought math would clarify the world for her. She knew her link to real things was weak [...] She had hoped knowledge of mathematics, the world's rules, might strengthen her hold. But it did not. The world turned opaque and medieval, its every event mysterious. Now she uses a private mathematics, one made from omens and signs and dreams.”