while he was still a child , his parents made sure to filter through the dreams that flooded their minds but also their tangible reality fleeting forms that shimmered in the dimness of their home and vanished , so that little wixelor would only be visited by mild , harmless and pleasurable ones , the dreams of otherworldly children or fantastic animals , some of whom wixelor would chase around to play with , until , with a sinking of his boyish heart , hed realize that they were nothing but illusions .