rooted in reality

I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go  about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,—and methought I had,—but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man’s hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act IV sci, William Shakespeare