They come here everyday to sleep?
No, they come to woken up.
The dream has become their reality.
Who are you to say otherwise, uh?
So I decided to search for it, going deep into the recess of her mind and found that secret place.
They say we only use a fraction of our brain's true potential.
Now, that's when we'er awake.
Don't you want to take the leap of faith? Or becoming an old man filled with regret waiting to die alone.
Unconstructed dream space.
A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules.
She had locked something away, something.... something deep inside.
The truth that she had once known, but she chose to forget.
She couldn't break free.
So do you want to take a leap of faith or become an old man, filled with regret, waiting to die alone?
The smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define or destroy you.
An idea is like a virus, resilient, highly contagious.
A smallest seed of an idea can grow.
It can grow to define or destroy you.
But the moments past. And whatever I do,I can't chenge this moment.
You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
Our dreams, they feel real while we're in them, right? It's only when we wake up that we realize how things are actually strange. Let me ask you a question, you, you never really remember the beginning of a dream ,do you? You always wind up right in the middle of what's going on.
We started it on the memories.
Downwards is the only way backwards.
You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away...
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you can't know for sure!
But it doesn't matter!
Now tell me why!
Because we'll be together!
I broke in. Then I planted an idea, a simple little idea that would change everything.
That 'Her world wasn't real.'
'The death was the only escape.'
You are waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away, you know where you hope it take you, but you don't know for sure, but dosen't matter, because we'll be together.
When we'er asleep, our mind can do almost anything.
We were young men together, I'm an old man.
Filled with regret.
Waiting to die alone.