I used to wonder if the whole world in which we live, is just the very involved dream of a little girl. When she is awake we are asleep, when she sleeps we are awake. When she tires of one of the dolls in her giant bedroom, we die. When she gets a new doll, a baby is born. That is I wonder it, until this morning when I woke up while the little girl was awake and knew it was all horribly true.