Dreams are the byproduct of wasted potential. The result of an active mind laying dormant. Decaying. Dreams are the outgassing from intellect's rotting, bloated corpse.
"Rüyalar israf olan potansiyelin yan ürünleridir. Aktif bir zihnin hareketsiz durmasının ve çürümesinin sonucudur.
Rüyalar zekanın çürüyen, şişmiş cesedinden yayılan gazlardır."
I've been to the edge of our universe. Slept underneath stars we can't even see from here. Danced with alien royalty in glittering palaces millions of light years away. But--but I'm standing still. I could spend the rest of my life running around the universe and never move. I'm cemented to this spot. Next to you.