Book Review: Dead Poets Society

Often I had exceedingly tortuous dream that took me time to grasp its meaning. In my dream, I was not always as a person who underwent it and took a role as main protagonist. Often, I was merely a spectator. I wasn't part of it and can do nothing to intervene it. My dream like whole different dimension. I can jump over time back and forth. Sometimes I am back in when I was still little bit younger. Get trapped in a place I've never visit before. And even in a place that doesn't even exist in real world.