Now and again I have had horrible dreams, but not enough of them to make me lose my delight in dreams. To begin with, I like the idea of dreaming, of going to bed and lying still and then, by some queer magic, wandering into another kind of existence. If I dream that I own a piece of gucci replica watch which I wish to buy for a long time, I will be happy during the next whole day. Although, I don’t get the gucci in fact, but the feeling of getting the replica watch is so nice. I am puzzled by people who say they never dream and appear to have no interest in the subject. It is much more astonishing than it would be if they said they never went out for a walk. Most people do not seem to accept dreaming as part of their lives. They appear to see it as an irritating little habit, like sneezing or yawning. I can never understand this. My dream life does not seem as important as my waking life because there is far less of it, but to me it is important.