I just let go of another chance, as the name goes. Let me, though, relish in this fancy: that I am some sort of a fisher woman and chances are fishes. You let go of one, two...because you're not skilled enough; the fish is too heavy and you need time, strength, courage, assurance...and you'll try again and hope to be a little luckier.
To dream doesn't mean you're whisked away; there are the little multitudes within that still respond, quite strongly, to a hug, a word of kindness, a smile and chocolate ice cream.