"And why is a raven like a writing desk?" Alice still pondered in the many years after. "Wouldn't the question be the same as asking, why is a writing desk like a raven? Oh surely not!" Why consider the question, she thought to herself, if the answer is to be long forgotten amongst other non-important things?

The young lady pondered the riddles from an event long forgotten and yet another question, or riddle I should say, as Alice's mind was in a constant state of curiosity.

"Why do we forget dreams? I would much prefer remembering what I would dream about when I was young. Dreams of children must be quite amusing because they understand so little. Oh dear! If I focus on dreams too much, shall I become a dream myself? Would I not exist then? And what of my family and friends? Well I suppose I could still dream them up."

More riddles popped up, almost enough for Alice to go mad. "In a pack of cards, which suite is the strongest? And why on earth are the diamonds red? Are they not white? No, they are, oh what is the word? I believe that it's transparent, what kind of colour is that?"

"Golly! I do believe that I am getting off topic!" poor Alice exclaimed as she had completely forgotten what she had been originally asking herself about.