I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality.
But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like,
through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer.
A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert.
W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn, 1995