A dreamer will always enjoy a nice place to look into the deep skies. But some of them have so much passion inside, some sort of devil or rebel angel's voice who is constantly whispering in their ears. Once running after their own shadows, they will climb to the top of greatest montain with so much hunger and passion and once there, they'll name every little shining star. After noticing the great magnitude of life under the moonlight, they will simply jump on a free fall, screaming and feeling the most pure taste of life.
In the end, they are crushed on the floor trying to pick up and to put all their small pieces together, before climbing to the top again.
A dreamer has always a lot to share and give but ironically, he is trapped on this curse of looking at the world by his own perspective, alone.