And this morning to him I said, “My dear Lord, last night as you slept, I dreamt. And as I dreamt, I recalled the words of the poet, who said while in dreams we ask is this a dream, in life we never question the fact of our reality. And though I tried to pretend you were the dreamer, and I the dreamed, I could not. For you were now a figment of my imagination, and had no desires of your own. And every dream I gave to you, was in fact one of mine.”