Only good dreams would be allowed to filter through. Bad dreams would stay in the net, disappearing with the light of day.
We are the music-makers and we are the dreamers of dreams. Wandering by lone sea-breakers and sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers upon whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are the movers and shakers, of the world forever, it seems. ―Arthur O'Shaughnessy