Dreams. The perfect hiding place. It is where anything can happen, often it is where we face our greatest fears and see our grandest dreams. We might get some chances to actively direct how the dreams progress, what happens, who we meet. They often reflect the reality, distorted as a curved mirror would. The reflection tends to be abstract, which is why we have difficulties understanding it.
They are perfect for running simulations, except that because of our inherent bias - they are *our* dreams - we cannot exactly trust them to tell the truth. That's why they are so enticing, they bedazzle us with illusions of standing, of social change, of love. The problem comes in when they try to take on the reality. Dreams change how we think about things, they reanalyze situations and possibilities, sometimes randomly throwing in variables that at first sight appear random and even at the second, improbable. They bend our resolve, make us doubt our minds. They show us a world that is either better or worse than the world we live in. If it's better, it can create fanaticism. If it's worse, paranoia. I don't know which is worse. But having dreams, something to aim for, some goal to have in your crosshair, that is good. That... is necessary.
"I am a very important man. I have a tower."
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