“The Dream by Mark BakerA man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die.His dream came to pay his last respectsand bid farewell to the man who had never used it.As it entered the room the man looked down in shame."Why did you not realize me?" the dream asked."Because I was afraid," the man said."Afraid of what," said the dream."I was afraid I would fail.""But haven't you failed by not attempting to use me?"."Yes I did, but I always thought there would be tomorrow.""You Fool!" said the dream" Did it never occur to youthat there was only ever today? the moment that you are in right now?Do you think that now that death is herethat you can put it off until tomorrow?"."No", said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain,the pain of discipline and the pain of regret,and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs pounds.Then the dream leant forward to gently wipe away the tear and said," You need only have taken the first stepand I would have taken one to meet you,for the only thing that ever separated uswas the belief in your mind that you couldn't have me".Then they said goodbye and they both died.”

“One late autumn night, the disciple awoke crying. So the master asked the disciple, "Did you have a nightmare?" "No." "Did you have a sad dream?" "No," said the disciple. "I had a sweet dream." "Then why are you crying so sadly?" The disciple wiped his tears away and quietly answered, "Because the dream I had can't come true.”

“Fools!" said the man, stamping his foot with rage. "That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I'd better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams — dreams, do you understand — come to life, come real. Not daydreams: dreams.”

“There are two types of pain you will go through in life, the pain of discipline and the pain of regret. Discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tonnes.”

“If Jem dies, I cannot be with Tessa,” said Will. “Because it will be as if I were waiting for him to die, or took some joy in his death, if it let me have her. And I will not be that person. I will not profit from his death. So he must live.” He lowered his arm, his sleeve bloody. “It is the only way any of this can ever mean anything. Otherwise it is only —”“Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” Magnus said.“I want more than that,” said Will. “You made me want more than that. You showed me I was only ever cursed because I had chosen to believe myself so. You told me there was possibility, meaning. And now you would turn your back on what you created.”

“I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.”