I used to have the presumption that dreams were a manifestation of the disparity between my goals and aspirations and my reality. I thought it was a sign of discontent and a general melancholy that could be eliminated as I take measures to get to where I want to be. I'm slowly growing to realize as I come closer to bringing my goals to fruition that I still struggle to get up in the morning, to fight against the siren's call of a dream-induced mental state. Maybe no matter where I end up in life, its allure will always remain, not because it gives me a chance to escape the real world but it brings me closer to a state of non-thinking, removal, nirodha, where I am free of all human sins, encompassing the ability to crave, which brings with it so many variants of greed and entitlement.