Personally, I don't know who would want to read a book about my dreams on how the universe might have begun, propagates, or exists today. If science had a face, it would be skewed with disgust over my stupid dreams. The environmentalists, who rarely agree with normal scientists, might expose their disgust for this book by say- ing that it is a complete waste of paper. Even my own mother has politely suggested that I keep my dreams inside my head, at least until I graduate. Honestly, not many people want to hear about my stupid dreams, but I still feel inclined to share them because everyone has dreams. Granted some dreams are stupid, i.e., mine, but life is truly defined by our Dreams. As children we dreamed about doing great things, but we lost those dreams because we had to fight to survive in this harsh world. As our dreams slowly faded out of reach, we replaced them with other people's dreams by watching more TV. Essentially, we lost faith in OUR ability to dream because of a few failed dreams and the hard work it takes to bring dreams to light. With all that said, I still don't know WHO would want to read a book about my dreams on how the universe might have begun, propagates, or exists today. I guess if you've got some time to kill and you enjoy chuckling at other people's stupid- ity, i.e., mine, then give this book a look see. If you are busy chas- ing your own dreams and picked up this book accidentally, then I wish you the best of luck in finding your dreams!