"If I had but two little wings 
 And were a little feathery bird, 
 To you I’d fly, my dear! 
 But thoughts like these are idle things, 
 And I stay here. 

 But in my sleep to you I fly: 
 I’m always with you in my sleep! 
 The world is all one’s own. 
 But then one wakes, and where am I? 
 All, all alone. 

 Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids: 
 So I love to wake ere break of day: 
 For though my sleep be gone, 
 Yet while ‘tis dark, one shuts one’s lids, 
 And still dreams on.” 

 -‘Something Childish, But Very Natural’, Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
 Even if you feel it in your ideations, it is real, heavy emotion.

"If I had but two little wings

And were a little feathery bird,

To you I’d fly, my dear!

But thoughts like these are idle things,

And I stay here.

But in my sleep to you I fly:

I’m always with you in my sleep!

The world is all one’s own.

But then one wakes, and where am I?

All, all alone.

Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:

So I love to wake ere break of day:

For though my sleep be gone,

Yet while ‘tis dark, one shuts one’s lids,

And still dreams on.”

-‘Something Childish, But Very Natural’, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Even if you feel it in your ideations, it is real, heavy emotion.