The Island of Calypso

Dreams are a fantasy.
Yet they tell of reality, but why the reality of a different choice?
What secrets does dreams hold for one man and what for another?
Is it simply a question of why and why not
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or is it simply that dreams are nightmares feeding off on our hopes and letting our desire grow and bind us?

Let us read upon the lore of a man convicted by dreams yet grounded by reality. The man who lost to hope and won from desire...

Is is truly just to maime our dreams or is it better have it on a silver platter?