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​Day 3  ||  DREAMS FOR SALE

“No one remembers what Dreaming is for…”

And so our adventure begins! The days are rife with struggles and trials, but at night we share stories. Tonight we have the story of a very important man, an artisan, a master craftsman who could manufacture Dreams.
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Whenever you feel that your efforts are being wasted, think of this man and remember: the good you do in this world lives on after you. Armed with this knowledge, we continue along our quest...
*** I highly recommend watching this video in full screen! ***


​Behind The SCENES...

“Dreams For Sale" was inspired by the documentary “Jodorowsky’s Dune” and also by a story once told to me by Richard Marx.

This song was commissioned by one of the backers of my first Kickstarter.

​The artist in the video is Julia Helen Lowe. You can also hear her lovely voice singing the “ahhh’s” in this song.


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What is the greatest adventure you’ve ever been on? Could involve travel, a business venture, a relationship, raising a family, or working for a cause …
There once was a man who’d sell you a dream 
he’d spin you a story from silken strings 
weaving visions you’ve never seen 
one silver dollar would buy you a dream 
Oooh… 

His loom wove patterns of lives intertwined 
stories to move your heart and your mind 
adventures that wander through faraway lands 
inventions that alter the lives of man 

Dreams 
dreams for sale, dreams for sale…” 

One winter the shop took a turn for the worse 
people doubted his dreams, questioned their worth 
fewer customers came through his doors 
no-one remembers what dreaming is for 

He closed up his shop and grew cold in the streets 
begging for scraps and peddling dreams 
His beautiful stories threadbare and thin 
No-one could spare a penny for him 

(instrumental) 

His body grew weak, his mind grew frail 
unraveling sanity starting to fail 
and from his lips, cracked and pale 
repeated the words “Dreams for sale…” 

He held in his hands his very last thread 
He knew that this spot was his finishing bed 
then what he saw he could hardly believe 
a little boy sitting and sewing a dream 

Singing “ Dreams 
dreams for sale, dreams for sale…”

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