Thank you very much. You have helped me realize the futility of our dreams, and I'm now cutting my wrists after having poisoned my family and pets. Enjoy the extra elbow room for about 3.7 seconds, gravitybitch.
Not OUR dreams. YOUR dreams. I also have dreams, like the one where I wake up in giant, beautiful house and realise it's mine. Or the one where I can fly. But I recognise that the corporate good differs from my personal desires, and that accepting that some dreams don't come true is a perfectly reasonable thing to do. But all means, kill yourself because nobody bought you a sweetie when you wanted it.