Where do dreams go when they die?

Something I wrote not too long ago when I felt the universe shat me yet again (another broken heart you can say):

Where do hopes, desires, dreams, wants, and needs go when reality hits them? When all those emotions go against reality, reality always wins. Reality is truth, it’s black and white; there are no maybes and no in betweens; it’s yes or no — and this is precisely what hurts the most. You must eat it up, push it all in, and above all else, accept it. You must accept that the dream, desire, and want you have are all dead, and there is nothing you can do about it. No matter how much you pray to the universe (or God), it will not listen. It’s indifferent to you and everything you wish for. So what’s left? I will tell you. It’s a naked body completely vulnerable to the universe.