“Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?”

“Life, what is it but a dream? ”

“Is all our life then, but a dream?”

“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”

“Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursueThe dream-child moving through the landOf wonders wild and new,In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.”

“He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.”

“—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?”