It was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.

“Are there any ponies in this?" asked my sister. "I thought there would be ponie…”

“He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize he cared for her, an…”

“I cried until I was all cried out.”

“Obviously, until you write Fuck It, We're All Going To Die, the Newbery Medal i…”