Well, they aren't dreams themselves… they are just made of them.

[He leans over to settle one hand in Highwind's fur again as he says:]

This guy for example, is made out of my dreams… a fancy that was troubling me until recently, more exactly. The notion of someone that I hoped to be, someone who could listen to his heart and follow that without doubting his course.

[A smile tugs on Riku's lips as his eyes drift off – he can't help but think about Sora now, about how easily the other follows his heart. It's something Riku has always envied.]