"Now, Kitty, let's consider who it was that dreamed it all. This is a serious question, my dear, and you should NOT go on licking your paw like that—as if Dinah hadn't washed you this morning! You see, Kitty, it MUST have been either me or the Red King. He was part of my dream, of course--but then I was part of his dream, too! WAS it the Red King, Kitty? You were his wife, my dear, so you ought to know—Oh, Kitty, DO help to settle it! I'm sure your paw can wait!" But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw, and pretended it hadn't heard the question.
Which do YOU think it was?
"Planet Earth. Or, as the rest of the omniverse calls it, the orb of dreams. The occupants of which spend so much time asleep and dreaming. Their vast imaginations humming away, charged with creative energy. Where does it all go? Up through a cerebral umbilical cord, where it collects and melds with all the other dreamer's energy. And something wonderful happens – it forms a world. An ethereal dreamscape of adventure and possibilities. An abstract plane of beautiful wonderment. Just waiting to be explored, And you can go there now..."
Got to be careful. You spend too much time swinging from that jungle gym inside your skull and you'll fall right off the bars.
Shakespeare: My own pretty words aside, life is no play. We meet people once, and never see them again. There is no shape to events, no point at which we turn to the audience for praise. No time at which we step behind the stage, to see the actors changing their wigs, and painting their faces, and muttering their lines.
Morpheus: But that is precisely where you are now, Will.