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These are more the sort of dreams that occasionally pop in your head and you think, "wouldn't it be nice"... He's watched snails climb over ten foot walls and vanish... Maybe someday it might happen. (If he gets around to it.) He's not holding his breath. He's not even trying really. (its not ambition) But if it does happen he'll finally get the hell out of where he is ... That seems to be the dream within the dream.