There are dreams "that pass through our lives like wine through water", that enrich our vision of the world with an intoxication of an emotional color like never before. Or is it an exciting vision that was once understood and then lost, waiting for a dream to reinstate its dominance with the aesthetic relationship to the world? When such a dream has visited our sleeping soul, how can we ever again doubt that dreams are "events" in our lives? In this world of dreams, the great option between an optimistic and a pessimistic point of view is determined, not only in our lives, but in life.