I was sitting on the veranda, reading the newspaper, when my eight-year-old daughter came running to me and said, “Papa, papa, you said that the dreams you see early in the morning come true, right? So today, I had a dream, papa…”“Oh, really? What did you see?” I asked, although I had forgotten that I ever said such a thing.“Papa, I saw that I won the election by a huge margin and I…”I had just put aside the newspaper in surprise when my daughter’s mother also arrived. She said, “Dreams, nothing! Go and play outside.”The child looked crestfallen and glanced