R=Truth is I don't know what I dreamt of only that I didn't understand it as I saw and thought how to make it right and just and express it as the philosophers would and I heard my voice telling me not to be stupid and I saw what I really want and I realised as I always do, as I ended up realising that I wanted to, that I don't think I care if the philosophers would understand it and give meaning to myself As if I am a construct and not someone who dreams and realizes and knows and understands and to that I could only think one thing as I recalled something that had no meaning as I may be like it and I started to type it and here it is because all I could say is yes and I didn't care if it was art or if it met the threshold of what I wanted it to be because it might be something if I wanted it to be but it looks like I couldn't (and can't think) and then I recalled a word and realised it didn't make sense to me and the word was sense because I thought it and I realized again that a sentence like that couldn't possibly be true because we all pretend that the irony in it has some interlectual meaning beyond what we know but the irony only proves that it doesn't apply to our world and it was now proven just as the sentence never say never was and that's never something I thought about and there it is and that's what I was thinking about and that's all I could do