I don't believe in dreams as the impossible coming true, out of nowhere, without anything, just happening.
Singularities, big-bangs, they happen, but these are the special and rare treats of the universe, the statistical anomaly, the kindest of all divine gifts, but they are certainly not the standard.
For me, a dream is not an expectation of a singularity, a miracle, but a symbol of the future.
A conglomeration of all desires, snapshots, ideas, loves, and passions.
A template, a reminder, an inspiration, right in the core of my mind that, day by day, I fill it with every actions, tears, words, sweat it needs.
My dreams are not dreams insofar as they are real, yet my dreams are dreams insofar as I dream.