Only in our dreams are we ever truly free. In our dreams we control reality instead of reality controlling us. Our dreams are personal, they are experienced and affect only ourselves.
Only in reality do we share our lives, find meaning.
There's something in my dreams I 'see', something abstract, not spiritual, not physical, which if only I understood I feel would have given me meaning, but I stare at it each night not understanding what it is. My mind is simply not bright enough to comprehend it. An illiterate simpleton staring at a signpost.